Evening by eveningAmong the Brookside rushes,Laura bow’d her head to hear,Lizzie veil’d her blushes:Crouching close togetherIn the cooling weather,With clasping arms and cautioning lips,With tingling cheeks and fingertips.”lie close,” Laura said,Pricking up her golden head:”We must not look at Goblin men,We must not buy their fruits:who knows upon the soil they fedTheir hungry thirsty roots?””Come buy,” call the GoblinsHobbling down the glen

Evening by eveningAmong the Brookside rushes,Laura bow’d her head to hear,Lizzie veil’d her blushes:Crouching close togetherIn the cooling weather,With clasping arms and cautioning lips,With tingling cheeks and fingertips.”lie close,” Laura said,Pricking up her golden head:”We must not look at Goblin men,We must not buy their fruits:who knows upon the soil they fedTheir hungry thirsty roots?””Come buy,” call the GoblinsHobbling down the glen

– Christina Rossetti –

Goblin Market and Other Poems

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