I felt a funeral in my brain

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IFELT 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

As all the heavens were a bell,

      And Being but an ear,

And I and silence some strange race,

      Wrecked, solitary, here.