“Goblin Market” (excerpt) — Christina Rossetti

Morning and evening
Maids heard the goblins cry:
“Come buy our orchard fruits,
Come buy, come buy:”
Apples and quinces,
Lemons and oranges,
Plump unpeck’d cherries,
Melons and raspberries,
Bloom-down-cheeked peaches,
Swart-headed mulberries,
“Who knows upon what soil they fed,
Their juices drank, their pulp imbibed?”
Yet Laura, full of daring,
Reached forth her basket,
Saved her sister,
And resisted temptation.