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