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 --