Christina Rossetti, Goblin Market and Other Poems

"Good folk, I have no coin,To take were to purloin:I have no copper in my purse,I have no silver either,And all my gold is on the furze That shakes in windy weather Above the rusy heather."

"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"

"For there is no friend like a sister In calm or stormy weather; To cheer one on the tedious way, To fetch one if one goes astray,To lift one if one totters down, To strengthen whilst one stands"