I heard a Fly buzz - when I died - The Stillness in the Room Was like the Stillness in the Air - Between the Heaves of Storm - The Eyes around - had wrung them dry - And Breaths were gathering firm For that last Onset - when the King Be witnessed - in the Room -
I willed my Keepsakes - Signed away What portion of me be Assignable - and then it was There interposed a Fly -
With Blue - uncertain - stumbling Buzz - Between the light - and me - And then the Windows failed - and then I could not see to see.
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