I heard a fly buzz—when I died—<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> 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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