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 portions 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 -