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!
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.
Many poems have many stories, and Dickinson is the main execption to the rule
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..
This poem is the boom. It is si original I love it
This poem was very good. Its like she’s keeping a secret even from her own secret.
I enjoyed this one.
emily dickinson is a good poet