ROBBERS carry a treasure Into a field of wheat. With a great bag of silk They go on careful feet. They dig a hole, deep, deep, They bury it under a stone, Cover it up with turf, Leave it alone. What is there in the bag? Stones that shine, gold? I cannot rob the robbers! They have not told. To-night I'd like to know If they will go Softly to find the treasure? I'd like to know How much yellow gold A bag like that can hold? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOUND' (FOR A PICTURE) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI A VOICE PROPHETIC by WALT WHITMAN TO A FOIL'D EUROPEAN REVOLUTIONAIRE by WALT WHITMAN LOVE'S CHANGE by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH THE SEEKERS by LUCIA TREVITT AURYANSEN TO A DISCIPLE OF WILLIAM MORRIS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ODE TO A LADY WHOSE LOVER WAS KILLED BY A BALL by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |