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 fingertips."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 the soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots?"" Come buy," call the Goblins Hobbling down the glen

Goblin Market and Other Poems