I never told the buried gold Upon the hill that lies - I saw the sun, his plunder done - Crouch low to guard his prize - He stood as near As stood you hear - A pace had been between - Did but a snake bisect the brake My life had forfeit been. That was a wondrous booty. I hope 'twas honest gained - Those were the fairest ingots That ever kissed the spade. Whether to keep the secret - Whether to reveal - Whether while I ponder Kidd may sudden sail - Could a shrewd advise me We might e'en divide - Should a shrewd betray me - "Atropos" decide | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LONDON, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE BIRD OF PARADISE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE HILL WIFE: THE IMPULSE by ROBERT FROST LULLABY OF A LOVER by GEORGE GASCOIGNE WAITING - BOTH by THOMAS HARDY |