I heard a fly buzz when I died; br The stillness round my form br Was like the stillness in the air br Between the heaves of storm. br br The eyes beside had wrung them dry, br And breaths were gathering sure br For that last onset, when the king br Be witnessed in his power. br br I willed my keepsakes, signed away br What portion of me I br Could make assignable,--and then br There interposed a fly, br br With blue, uncertain, stumbling buzz, br Between the light and me; br And then the windows failed, and then br I could not see to see.