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