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
Sovreign 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
Opon the Valley glow –
It is as a Vesuvian face
Had let it′s 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 –

 

+ the –  + low  + harm  + art