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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7 Comments

  1. Courtney says:

    i have to do this thing on Emily D. and i like this poem because it expresses how she is keeping a lot of secrets from herself and her own life.

  2. Jakima Davis says:

    Many poems have many stories, and Dickinson is the main execption to the rule

  3. d-unit says:

    this poem is like..so cool, I love how she is dead and still has a secret and so many poems, she is sooo hott I want to be just like her when I grow up and die..

  4. Maya says:

    This poem is the boom. It is si original I love it

  5. Sebastian says:

    This poem was very good. Its like she’s keeping a secret even from her own secret.

  6. june says:

    I enjoyed this one.

  7. tabitha says:

    emily dickinson is a good poet

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