February 2011
30 posts
January 2011
13 posts
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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
The Tapestries of Paradise
So notelessly- are made!