Emily Dickinson - I Felt a Funeral in My Brain lyrics

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain And Mourners to and fro Kept treading - treading - treading - till it seemed That Sense was breaking through - And when they all were seated A Service, like a Drum - Kept beating - 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 -