I Felt a Funeral in My Brain

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading - treading - treading - till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through -

And when they all were seated
A Service, like a Drum -
Kept beating - 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 -