[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 -

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain
By Emily Dickinson
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 -