“Morning and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: 'Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy” — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
“Go from me, summer friends, and tarry not: I am no summer friend, but wintry cold, A silly sheep benighted from the fold, A sluggard with a thorn-choked garden plot. Take counsel, sever from my lot your lot, Dwell in… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
