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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