The Goblin Market by Christina Rossetti
One of the earliest recollections of poetry is reading a book of poems by Christina Rossetti. The beauty of the Goblin Market stays with me today..
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 finger tips.“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 what soil they fedTheir hungry thirsty roots?”“Come buy,” call the goblinsHobbling down the glen.
I do recommend reading the Goblin Market, you can read it here or you can check out the wonderful Hob Hill website with its wonderful mystical art.
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