Originally Posted by
spooky
As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here
The poet speaks:
As a passionate observer at this imagined funeral, I hear 'them lift a Box', the coffin. Yet I am becoming rather more than an observer as pall bearers 'creak across my Soul', my inner self.
I am feeling alienated, I am dying, from the here and now, from 'Space' and 'the Heavens'. My existence has shrunk into 'an Ear', which listens but can no longer participate in life.
'I, and Silence' are two bedfellows disconnected from the human race, from the land of the living. The infinite 'Silence' of death is enveloping me 'Wrecked, solitary, here' on this planet.
Death is an impending and inevitable reality for the poet, as expressed in Hamlet's: 'if it be not now, yet it will come'.
See also My analysis of the entire poem