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I Felt A Funeral In My Brain,

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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.

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