Great was the marvel, greater still when on their dazzled sight
Flashed all the riches hid within, the gold, the silver bright,
So fairly wrought that many deemed they saw the precious
That cunning dwarfs (as sagas tell) beneath the downs had
They sent the tidings far and wide, but owner never came,
Message or letter none were sent the costly prize to claim.
Who knoweth but the same wild surf that here the chest
Choked into silence every voice that might its tale have
At length the glittering toys were sold. O ! what a joy to
The little church might now be built for which they so had
For greater safety from the sea, another site they chose
Behind the downs, and rapidly the humble walls arose.
* A similar incident actually occurred on one of these islands.