Emily Dickinson: My life has stood- a loaded gun

And now we roam in Sovereign Woods-

And now We hunt the Doe-

And everytime I speak for him-

The mountains straight reply-

And do I smile, such a cordial light

Upon the Valley glow-

It is as a Vesuvian face

Had let its pleasure through

And when at night a good day done-

I guard my masters 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 when I lay a yellow eye

Or an emphatic thumb-

Though I than He- may longer life

He longer must- than I

For I but the power to kill,

Without- the power to die-