Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Translations: Prelude lyrics

As treasures that men seek,   Deep-buried in sea-sands, Vanish if they but speak,   And elude their eager hands, So ye escape and slip,   O songs, and fade away, When the word is on my lip   To interpret what ye say. Were it not better, then,   To let the treasures rest Hid from the eyes of men,   Locked in their iron chest? I have but marked the place,   But half the secret told, That, following this slight trace,   Others may find the gold.