I Felt A Funeral In My Brain
And mourners, to and fro,
Kept treading, treading, till it seemed
That sense was breaking through.
A service like a drum
Kept beating, beating, till I thought
My mind was going numb
And creak across my soul
With those same boots of lead, again.
Then space began to toll
And being, but an ear,
And I and Silence some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here.