I felt a Funeral, in my Brain
Emily Dickinson
1830 to 1886
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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners and fro
Kept treading - treading - till it
That Sense was breaking through -
And when they were seated,
A Service, like a Drum -
Kept - beating - till I thought
My mind was numb -
And then I heard them lift a
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots Lead, again,
Then Space - began to toll,
As the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race,
Wrecked, solitary, -
And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And dropped down, and down -
And hit a World, every plunge,
And Finished knowing - then -