And romance spread her witching dream
O’er shore and wood and rippling stream,
For here, ’twas said, the pirate Kidd
His ill-got store of treasure hid;
Amidst a wild and craggy waste,
Where straggling pines their shadows cast,
A rocky Cavern, dark and deep,
Stretched inward from its opening steep;
And there, ’twas told, foul deeds were wrought
And gold concealed, by murder bought,