I Felt a Funeral in my Brain by Emily Dickinson

So today is the anniversary of the terrorist attack on America. 9/11/01.  I'll just say, Never Forget.
Anyways, yesterday in my poetry class my teacher brought this Emily Dickinson poem up.  I have read it before and liked it but didn't realize how much I liked it until when she started writing it that I found that I could remember most of the words.  Anyways, so I thought I'd share it here on this sad day.  Enjoy. ~T

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,
        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--