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I felt a funeral in my brain /
and mourners to and fro / kept treading, treading till I felt that
the sense was breaking through /
And when they all were seated /
a service, like a drum /kept beating, beating,
till I felt 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 if the heavens were a bell /
and being were an ear /
and I, and silence, some strange wrecked, solitary, here / Just then, a plank in reason broke/
and I fell down and down and hit a world at every plunge /
and finish knowing, then.
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