Golden and Sleight

They think that their deception could be concealed
They hold a rusty shield and pomegranate
There are lame donkeys who carry brilliant gold.

A silver bell is rung by someone more learned
He heard that he laid eyes on the olive tree
They think that there should be more golden arrows.

When I say that the immense, hidden riches
Are treasured like seven deadly, straight arrows,
I mean that the arrows are golden and sleight.