Classic Poem

He raised his bar on high, with reckless hand,
  And plunged it down, scarce knowing what he did;
 It penetrated deep the moistened sand,
  And rang beneath upon the ponderous lid,
 And clinked the golden bars of Robert Kidd!
  ‘By heavens! 'tis here!’ the joyful digger cried;
 ‘O! did I speak? ’—(as recollection chid)—
  While, with a sound like Turner's thundering tide,
Forever from the spot the charmed chest did glide!