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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 –

                            Emily Dickinson