Dying.

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. 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 And then the windows failed, and then I could not see to see. I could not see to see. ...the stillness... I could not see to see. ...in the air... I could not see to see. Between the light and me. ...the stillness... I could not see to see. ...in the air... I could not see to see. ...the stillness... Between the light and me. ...in the air... I heard a fly buzz when I died. I heard a fly buzz when I died. I heard a fly buzz when I died.