Dead Hope
  Autumn Violets
  ‘They Desire a Better Country’
  The Offering of the New Law
  Conference between Christ, the Saints, and the Soul
  ‘Come unto Me’
  ‘Jesus, do I Love Thee?’
  ‘I know you not’
  ‘Before the Paling of the Stars’
  Easter Even
  Paradise:  in a Dream
  Within the Veil
  Paradise:  in a Symbol
  Amor Mundi
  Who shall deliver Me? 
  If
  Twilight Night

GOBLIN MARKET, AND OTHER POEMS, 1862

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, 10
Wild free-born cranberries,
Crab-apples, dewberries,
Pine-apples, blackberries,
Apricots, strawberries;—­
All ripe together
In summer weather,—­
Morns that pass by,
Fair eves that fly;
Come buy, come buy: 
Our grapes fresh from the vine, 20
Pomegranates full and fine,
Dates and sharp bullaces,
Rare pears and greengages,
Damsons and bilberries,
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; 30
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, 40
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, 50
Covered close lest they should look;
Laura reared her glossy head,
And whispered like the restless brook: 
’Look, Lizzie, look, Lizzie,
Down the glen tramp little men. 
One hauls a basket,
One bears a plate,
One lugs a golden dish
Of many pounds weight. 
How fair the vine must grow 60
Whose grapes are so luscious;
How warm the wind must blow
Through those fruit bushes.’ 
‘No,’ said Lizzie, ’No, no, no;
Their offers should not charm us,
Their evil gifts would harm us.’ 
She thrust a dimpled finger
In each ear, shut eyes and ran: 
Curious Laura chose to linger