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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