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 creek across my Soul

With those same Boots of Lead, again,

Then Space-began to toll,

As all the Heavans were a