I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,And Mourners to and froKept treading -- treading -- till it seemedThat 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 numbAnd then I heard them lift a BoxAnd creak across my SoulWith 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 RaceWrecked, solitary, here --And then a Plank in Reason, broke,And I dropped down, and down --And hit a World, at every Crash --Crash --plunge,And Got through --Got through --Finished knowing -- then --