XXX.
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 drumKept beating, beating, till I thought My mind was going numb.
And then I heard them lift a box, And creak across my soulWith 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.