I felt a Funeral, in my Brain / Emily Dickinson

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain


Emily Dickinson



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 -