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Emily Dickinson 



[1858]


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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