I heard a fly buzz when I died;
　　 The stillness round my form
　　
　　Was like the stillness in the air
　　 Between the heaves of storm.
　　
　　The eyes beside had wrung them dry,
　　 And breaths were gathering sure
　　
　　For that last onset, when the king
　　 Be witnessed in his power.
　　
　　I willed my keepsakes, signed away
　　 What portion of me I
　　
　　Could make assignable,-and then
　　 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.