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 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 —