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 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-I-
For I have but the power to kill,
Without-the power to die
Emily Dickinson - 1929
Always nice to hear a Woman's opinion on things that matter. Doug
