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My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun (764)
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 Sovreign 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 Opon the Valley glow - It is as a Vesuvian face Had let it’s 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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Source: The Poems of Emily Dickinson: Reading Edition ed by Ralph W. Franklin (Harvard University Press, 1999) | poetryfoundation.org
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