. Poems. sucked the moreFruits which that unknown orchard bore;She sucked until her lips were sore;Then flung the emptied rinds awayBut gathered up one kernel stone, GOBLIN MARKET. And knew not was it night or dayAs she turned home alone. Lizzie met her at the gateFull of wise upbraidings : Dear, you should not stay so late?Twilight is not good for maidens;Should not loiter in the glenIn the haunts of goblin you not remember Jeanie,How she met them in the moonlight,Took their gifts both choice and many,Ate their fruits and wore their flowersPlucked from bowersWhere summer ripens at all
. Poems. sucked the moreFruits which that unknown orchard bore;She sucked until her lips were sore;Then flung the emptied rinds awayBut gathered up one kernel stone, GOBLIN MARKET. And knew not was it night or dayAs she turned home alone. Lizzie met her at the gateFull of wise upbraidings : Dear, you should not stay so late?Twilight is not good for maidens;Should not loiter in the glenIn the haunts of goblin you not remember Jeanie,How she met them in the moonlight,Took their gifts both choice and many,Ate their fruits and wore their flowersPlucked from bowersWhere summer ripens at all hours 1But ever in the noonlightShe pined and pined away;Sought them by night and day,Found them no more,but dwindled andgrewgrey;Then fell with the first snow,While to this day no grass will growWhere she lies low:I planted daisies there a year agoThat never should not loiter so. Nay, hush, said Laura : Nay, hush, my sister ;I ate and ate my fill,Yet my mouth waters still;To-morrow night I will. u(jOCdLer) Iiecccl bi/ mqol<5Le,r) pe,cudL2X GOBLIN MARKET. ? Buy more; and kissed her: Have done with sorrow ; Ill bring you plums to-morrow Fresh on their mother twigs. Cherries worth getting; You cannot think what figs My teeth have met in, What melons icy-cold Piled on a dish of gold Too huge for me to hold, What peaches with a velvet nap, Pellucid grapes without one seed : Odorous indeed must be the mead Whereon they grow, and pure the wave they drink With lilies at the brink, And sugar-sweet their sap. Golden head by golden head,Like two pigeons in one nestFolded in each others wings,They lay down in their curtained bed :Like two blossoms on one stem,Like two flakes of new-falln snow,Like two wands of ivoryTipped with gold for awful and stars gazed in at them,Wind sang to them lullaby,Lumbering owls forebore to fly,Not a bat flapped to and froRound their rest: GOBLIN MARKET. Cheek to cheek and breast to breastLocked together in one nest. Early in the mornin
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