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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BONDAGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ON VIOLET'S WAFERS, SENT ME WHEN I WAS ILL by SIDNEY LANIER THE FUN HOUSE FABLE by KAREN SWENSON HIS LADY'S HAND by THOMAS WYATT THE MOUSE'S PETITION TO DOCTOR PRIESTLY FOUND IN THE TRAP .. by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |