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 —