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- I felt a Funeral, in my Brain.
- By Emily Dickinson
- 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,
- As 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...--
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