"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 — [And] then a Plank in Reason, broke, and I fell down and down — and hit a World, at every plunge, and Finished knowing — then —"
Y luego los oí levantar el cajón y crujió a través de mi alma con los mismos botines de plomo, otra vez. El espacio comenzó a repicar, como si todos los cielos fueran una campana y existir solo una oreja, y yo, y el silencio, alguna extraña raza naufragada, solitaria, aquí. Y luego un vacío en la razón se quebró, caí y caí y di con un mundo, en cada zambullida, y terminé sabiendo, entonces ».