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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,
  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--

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