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						I never told the buried gold by Emily Dickinson 
						
						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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