The Coral Island (The Adventures Of Seumas Beg)
By James Stephens
His arms were round a chest of oaken wood,
It was clamped with brass and iron studs, and seemed
An awful weight.After a while he stood
And I stole near to him., His white eyes gleamed
As he peeped secretly about; he laid
The oaken chest upon the ground, then drew
A great knife from his belt, and stuck the blade
Into the ground and dug.The clay soon flew
In all directions underneath a tree,
And when the hole was deep he put the box
Down there, and threw the clay back cunningly,
Stamping the ground quite flat; then like a fox
He crept among the trees....I went next day
To dig the treasure up, but I lost my way.