GOBLIN MARKET. MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry. "Come buy our orchard fruits. Apples and quinces, Lemons and oranges, Plump unpecked cherries, Swart-headed mulberries, Wild free-born cranberries, In summer weather,- Fair eves that fly; Come buy, come buy: Our grapes fresh from the vine, Pomegranates full and fine. |