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79
CAPTAIN KIDD TO HIS GOLD.
(1701.)
My buried treasure leaves me never free:
Last night I dreamt that all my gold was tied
About my neck, and ten times multiplied
To sink me through a bottomless dim sea.
Last night I dreamt that all my gold was tied
About my neck, and ten times multiplied
To sink me through a bottomless dim sea.
And as I sank, as straight as straight can be,
The drowned and swollen crews from every side,
Livid as lead, swam up to me and tried
To clutch and bite, and cried, ‘It's he! it's he!’
The drowned and swollen crews from every side,
Livid as lead, swam up to me and tried
To clutch and bite, and cried, ‘It's he! it's he!’
Compared with that unutterable fright
Eternal hunger would appear a boon,
In caves with all my gold to left and right;
Eternal hunger would appear a boon,
In caves with all my gold to left and right;
Or else to flit beneath the mottled moon
Among these islands, 'mid the birds of night,
Till men, at last, dig up my last doubloon.
Among these islands, 'mid the birds of night,
Till men, at last, dig up my last doubloon.
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