The end of knowing?

I felt a Funderal, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading - teading - till it seemed
That sense was breaking through -

And when they were all seated,
A service, like a Drum -
Kep 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 -

And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down -
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing - then -

Emily Dickinson

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