I Felt A Funeral (Emily Dickinson, 1861)

[Intro] [Melodic strumming] [Verse 1] I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading - treading - till it seemed That Sense was breaking through - [Solo] [Verse 2] And when they all were seated, A Service, like a Drum - Kept beating - beating - till I thought My mind was going numb - [Solo] [Verse 3] And then I heard them lift a Box And creak across my Soul With those same Boots of Led, again, Then Space - began to toll, [Solo] [Verse 4] As all the Heavens were a Bell, And Being, but an Ear, And I, and Silence, some strange Race, Wrecked, solitary, here - [Verse 5] And then a Plank in Reason, broke, And I dropped down, and down - And hit a World, at every plunge, And Finished knowing - then - [Instrumental solo] [Outro] [End]