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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, 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.
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