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I never told the buried gold
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 here—
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 as I ponder
Kidd will sudden sail—
Could a shrewd advise me
We might e'en divide—
Should a shrewd betray me—
Atropos decide!
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"I never told the buried gold" Poetry.net. STANDS4 LLC, 2020. Web. 11 Jul 2020. <https://www.poetry.net/poem/11792/i-never-told-the-buried-gold>.
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