Emily Dickinson I felt a Funeral, in my Brain

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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treadingtreadingtill it seemed
That Sense was breaking through

And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum
Kept beatingbeatingtill 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 Spacebegan 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 knowingthen
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