Eat me, drink me, love me Laura, make much of me For your sake I have braved the glen And had to do with goblin merchant men.” Laura started from her chair, Flung her arms up in the air, Clutch’d her hair: “Lizzie, Lizzie, have you tasted For my sake the fruit forbidden? Must your light like mine be hidden, Your young life like mine be wasted, Undone in mine undoing, And ruin’d in my ruin, Thirsty, canker’d, goblin-ridden?”- She clung about her sister, Kiss’d and kiss’d and kiss’d her: Tears once again Refresh’d her shrunken eyes, Dropping like rain After long sultry drouth Shaking with aguish fear, and pain, She kiss’d and kiss’d her with a hungry mouth. Never mind my bruises, Hug me, kiss me, suck my juices Squeez’d from goblin fruits for you, Goblin pulp and goblin dew. 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.

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