754 <br /> <br />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-mdash-a-loaded-gun/
