Christina rossetti poem goblin market

She cried, “Laura,” up the garden, “Did you miss me? Come and kiss me. She ran and ran As if she fear’d some goblin man Dogg’d her with gibe or curse Or something worse: But not one goblin scurried after, Nor was she prick’d by fear The kind heart made her windy-paced That urged her home quite out of breath with haste And inward laughter. In a smart, ache, tingle, Lizzie went her way Knew not was it night or day Sprang up the bank, tore thro’ the furze, Threaded copse and dingle, And heard her penny jingle Bouncing in her purse,- Its bounce was music to her ear.