The Goblin Market
by Jeff on Nov.18, 2011, under Pleasures
’ Evening by evening
Among the brookside rushes,
Laura bow’d her head to hear,
Lizzie veil’d 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.’
-Christina Rosetti, “Goblin Market”
You might have stumbled on last year’s small, experimental Goblin Market, and been taken in by its wares. This year, the Goblins have returned in great force, prepared to sell you needful things at a price most dear indeed…
