I heard a fly buzz when I died by Emily Dickinson

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.

"'Hope' is the thing with feathers', Emily Dickinson

"'Hope' is the thing with feathers', Emily Dickinson (1890)

"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -

I've heard it in the chillest land -
And on and on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.

“Hope is the thing with feathers” by Emily Dickinson

Hope is the with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard in the chilliest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.