english: "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 --" We know depression through metaphors.
non_english: "Osetih pogreb u svom mozgu i ožalošćene kako dolaze i odlaze, koračaju, koračaju, dok ne osetih da razum puca. A kada su svi seli, poče služba, kao bubanj, koji bije, bije dok mi um ne utrnu. I tada čuh kako podižu kovčeg i škripe po mojoj duši istim onim olovnim čizmama iznova, kad prostor poče nestajati, kao da nebesa behu zvono a bića behu uho i ja i tišina, čudna neka vrsta, uništeni, osamljeni ovde. Tada se smisao potpuno rasprši, padao sam dublje i dublje, sudarajući se sa svetovima sa svakim ponorom i okončah spoznaju tada". Znamo o depresiji kroz metafore.