I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading – treading – till it seemed That Sense was breaking through. And when they all were seated, A Service, like a Drum – Kept beating – beating – till I thought My Mind was going numb. And then I heard them lift a Box And creak across my Soul With those same Boots of Lead, again, Then space began to toll. And all the Heavens were a Bell, And Being, but an Ear, And I, and Silence, some strange Race Wrecked, solitary here – And then a Plank in Reason, broke, And I dropped down, and down – And hit a World, at every plunge, And Finished knowing – then –