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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 gun, the  metaphorical  speaker, is at this stage passive. The mystery remains; why is an instrument of violence unable or unwilling to assert herself? It is a  paradox .
My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun