GOBLIN MARKET. MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy : Apples and quinces, Lemons and oranges, Plump unpecked cherries, Melons and raspberries, Bloom-down-cheeked peaches, Swart-headed mulberries, Wild free-born cranberries, Crab-apples, dewberries, Pine-apples, blackberries, Apricots, strawberries ;— All ripe together B In summer weather,— Morns that pass by, Fair eves that fly; Come buy, come buy: Our grapes fresh from the vine, Pomegranates full and fine, Dates and sharp bullaces, Sweet to tongue and sound to eye; Come buy, come buy." Evening by evening Among the brookside rushes, Laura bowed her head to hear, Lizzie veiled her blushes: Crouching close together In 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 fed Their hungry thirsty roots?" "Come buy," call the goblins Hobbling down the glen. "Oh,” cried Lizzie, “Laura, Laura, You should not peep at goblin men.” Lizzie covered up her eyes, Covered close lest they should look ; Laura reared her glossy head, And whispered like the restless brook : "Look, Lizzie, look, Lizzie, |