754 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 as 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—than I— For I have but the power to kill, Without—the power to die—SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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