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... [اقرأ المزيد]