Classic Poem

 Meanwhile, to every point from east to west
  His wand did like magnetic needle veer;
 At length it halted, trembling to a rest.—
  ‘ Bellum horrifficmendum! ’ cried the seer,
 ‘The charmed treasure which you seek is near!
  Why nods to me the river-god his head?
 Ah! cujus caput? —yes, I see it clear!—
  Hard by the spot where you were born and bred,
The pirate's booty lies within its island bed. ’