Another
I was buried near this Dike
That my Friends may weep as much as they like
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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...In falling Timbers buried —
There breathed a Man —
Outside — the spades — were plying —
The Lungs — within —
Could He — know — they sought Him —
Could They — know — He breathed —
Horrid Sand Partition —
Neither — could be heard —
Never slacked the Diggers —
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