I NEVER told the buried gold

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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 ’t was honest gained—
Those were the finest 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!
-Emily Dickinson

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