I Felt a Funeral in my Brain

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,And Mourners to and froKept treading–treading–till it seemedThat Sense was breaking through–And when they all were seated,A Service, like a Drum–Kept beating–beating–till I thoughtMy Mind was going numb–And then I heard them lift a BoxAnd creak across my SoulWith 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 RaceWrecked, 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–

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain

Repetition of 'treading'

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Unusual capitalisation

Is the poem about mourning, or perhaps about depression?Is the reference to death literal, or is it symbolic?

Rhyme scheme - ABCB

Use of the word 'brain' instead of 'mind' - impersonal, clinical.

Rhyme scheme changes - the line ends abruptly.

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