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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