96 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．
