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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-- |
BY Emily Dickinson