POEMS OLD AND NEW
All ripe together
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.
Rare pears and greengages,
Damsons and bilberries, 10
Taste them and try :
Currants and gooseberries,
Bright-fire-like barberries,
Figs to fill your mouth,
Citrons from the South,
Sweet to tongue and sound to eye ;
Come buy, come buy.9*
Evening by evening
Among the brookside rushes,
Laura bowed her head to hear, 20
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 30
Their hungry thirsty roots ? "
" Come buy," call the goblins
Hobbling down the glen.
" Oh," cried Lizzie, ce Laura, Laura,
You should not peep at goblin men."
Lizzie covered up her eyes,
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