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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 –

For Maia and Julie)                        Drifting night in the Georgia pines,                        coonskin drum and jubilee banjo
Pretty Malinda, dance with me
Night is juba, night is congo
Pretty Malinda, dance with me

Fly, fly, my friends,
I have my death wound; fly
See there that boy, that murthering boy I say,
Who like a thief, hid in dark bush doth lie,

Fly envious Time, till thou run out thy race,
Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours,
Whose speed is but the heavy Plummets pace;
And glut thy self with what thy womb devours,