Emily Dickinson’s “I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)”

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Emily Dickinson’s “I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)”
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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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