Emily Dickinson - I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (cla** page) lyrics

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 And then a Plank in Reason, broke And I dropped down, and down And hit a World, at every plunge And Finished knowing—then