I felt a Funeral, in my Brain [Emily Dickinson Interpolation]

I felt a funeral, in my brain
And mourners to and fro
Treading, treading till it seemed
That sense was breaking through

And when we all were seated
A service, like a drum
Beating, beating till I thought
My mind was going numb
My mind was growing

And then I heard them lift a box
And creak across my soul
With the same boots of lead again
Then space, 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
And finished knowing

And then I heard them lift a box
And creak across my soul
With the same boots of lead again
Then space, space began to toll

I felt a funeral, in my brain
And mourners to and fro
Treading, treading till it seemed
That sense was breaking through