I Felt A Funeral, In My Brain (280)
Автор книги Emily Dickinson
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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
