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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 dropped down, and down—
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing—then—
This is one of ED's most enigmatic poems, but her focus on some sort of personal anguish is obvious. She is imagining attending her own funeral or, more likely, the loss of her reasoning capabilities.
This may refer to the return of her reason or ability to think clearly or that her intellect is failing, "breaking through" to a lesser level of thinking.
The dull formality of the ceremony seems to be affecting her ability to think.
Again, the dull ceremony of the funeral is taking its toll on her ability to think. She is clearly referring to the death of her intellect.
She sees herself reduced to hearing, not thinking, and, at last, alone.
ED sees that her intellect, like a coffin, is lowered into the ground where there is no longer even the possibility of intellect. She has "Finished knowing" because she is on the brink of something which is either the end or a prelude to something else.
For ED, whatever comes after death, even the metaphorical death of her intellect, is completely unknown.
Even though ED wrote several poems about death and dying, she does not speculate about an afterlife.