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| Emily Dickinson (c. 1863) |
| 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 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 - |
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 --
He longer must -- than I --
For I have but the power to kill,
Without -- the power to die --
And do I smile, such cordial light
Upon the Valley glow --
It is as a Vesuvian face
Had let it's pleasure through --
Upon the Valley glow --
It is as a Vesuvian face
Had let it's pleasure through --
To foe of His --
I'm deadly foe --
None stir the second
time --
On whom I lay a Yellow Eye -
Or an emphatic Thumb --
I'm deadly foe --
None stir the second
time --
On whom I lay a Yellow Eye -
Or an emphatic Thumb --