My Life had stood -- a Loaded Gun -- by Emily Dickinson
My Life had stood -- a Loaded Gun -- In Corners -- till a Day The Owner passed -- identified -- And carried Me away --
And now We roam in Sovereign Woods -- And now We hunt the Doe -- And every time I speak for Him -- The Mountains straight reply --
And do I smile, such cordial light Upon the Valley glow -- It is as a Vesuvian face Had let its pleasure through --
And when at Night -- Our good Day done -- I guard My Master's Head -- 'Tis better than the Eider-Duck's Deep Pillow -- to have shared --
To foe of His -- I'm deadly foe -- None stir the second time -- On whom I lay a Yellow Eye -- Or an emphatic Thumb --
Though I than He -- may longer live He longer must -- than I -- For I have but the power to kill, Without -- the power to die --
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