Classic Poem

With lightsome heart our hero left the spot
Where he such precious knowledge had obtained;
The birds sang sweetly, but he heard them not;
From viewing Nature's charms his eyes refrained,
He saw them not—for all his thoughts were chained
Upon one mental and enchanting view;
In wild anticipation he had gained
More than was buried by the plundering crew,
And treasure even more than far-famed Crœsus knew.