Emily Dickinson's Correspondences
Correspondence with Susan Dickinson

H 273a
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 -

H 273b

Those were the fairest 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   


H 273

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