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 Dickinsonbr br