And gems and jewels bright;
And what, thought I, if the omen's true?
And thick and fast such fancies grew
Till rock, and torrent, and spectre too
All faded from my sight
I saw the crust of the earth removed—
Each wild conjecture fairly proved—
I saw, 'twas even so,
Peerless gems of price untold,
Piles on piles of glittering gold,