A Loaded Gun

In "My Life had stood — a Loaded Gun —," Emily Dickinson writes:

And now We roam in Sovereign Woods —
And now We hunt the Doe —
And every time I speak for Him —
The Mountains straight reply —

Chapter 17 of Matthew describes the healing of a boy with a demon. The disciples cannot heal the boy, but Jesus makes short work of the matter. Matthew writes:

   ¹⁹ Then the disciples came to Jesus in private and asked, "Why couldn't we drive it out?"
   ²⁰ He replied, "Because you have so little faith. I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there' and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you." (NIV)

Surely, this isn't a coincidence.

And suddenly, Dickinson's final stanza makes perfect sense to me:

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 —

For what it's worth, I think Albert Gelpi is dead wrong on this poem.