11 <br /> <br />I never told the buried gold <br />Upon the hill—that lies— <br />I saw the sun—his plunder done <br />Crouch low to guard his prize. <br /> <br />He stood as near <br />As stood you here— <br />A pace had been between— <br />Did but a snake bisect the brake <br />My life had forfeit been. <br /> <br />That was a wondrous booty— <br />I hope 'twas honest gained. <br />Those were the fairest ingots <br />That ever kissed the spade! <br /> <br />Whether to keep the secret— <br />Whether to reveal— <br />Whether as I ponder <br />Kidd will sudden sail— <br /> <br />Could a shrewd advise me <br />We might e'en divide— <br />Should a shrewd betray me— <br />Atropos decide!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-never-told-the-buried-gold/
