I Felt A Funeral In My Brain-Emily Dickinson

[00:00.686]I felt a Funeral, in my Brain [00:03.714]By Emily Dickinson [00:05.312]I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, [00:07.604]And Mourners to and fro [00:09.977]Kept treading - treading - till it seemed [00:13.359]That Sense was breaking through - [00:15.774]And when they all were seated, [00:18.099]A Service, like a Drum - [00:19.810]Kept beating - beating - till I thought [00:22.525]My mind was going numb - [00:25.329]And then I heard them lift a Box [00:27.588]And creak across my Soul [00:29.895]With those same Boots of Lead, again, [00:32.943]Then Space - began to toll, [00:35.338]As all the Heavens were a Bell, [00:37.907]And Being, but an Ear, [00:39.871]And I, and Silence, some strange Race, [00:43.366]Wrecked, solitary, here -