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 -