Nature

I never told the buried gold

by Emily Dickinson 1830–1886

From The Single Hound (1914)

Nature

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 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!

MLA

Dickinson, Emily. “I never told the buried gold.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/673/.

Chicago

Dickinson, Emily. “I never told the buried gold.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/673/.

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