I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,

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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
Written by:Emily Dickinson (other works)
Poem #:280
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Language:English
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Preceded by:Tie the Strings to my Life, My Lord, -279-
Succeeded by:'Tis so appalling -- it exhilarates -- -281-

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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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