Goblin Market by 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 unpecked cherries,

Melons and raspberries,

Bloom-down-cheeked peaches,

Swart-headed mulberries,

Wild free-born cranberries,

Crabapples, dewberries, 

Pineapples, 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."

August heralds baskets laden with fruit from our gardens. Now is the time to pull up a comfy chair, sit back, read a good book, and simply enjoy🍒🍋🍓🍊