Nikos Carcosa 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
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,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,
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,
Pricking up her golden head:
