"Lie close," Laura said,
Pricking up her golden head:
"We must not look at goblin men.
We must not buy their fruits;
Who knows upon what soil they fed
Their hungry thirsty roots?"
Rossetti, Dante Gabriel. Eden Bower.
It was Lilith the wife of Adam.
(Eden Bower's in flower)
Not a drop of her blood was human,
But she was made like a soft sweet woman.
—— Sister Helen.
Its forty-two short verses unfold the whole story of the wronged woman's ruthless vengeance on her false lover as she watches the melting of the "waxen man" which, according to the old superstitions, is to carry with it the destruction, body and soul, of him in whose likeness it was fashioned.—H. R. Fox-Bourne.
"Ah! What white thing at the door has cross'd,
Sister Helen?
Ah! What is this that sighs in the frost?"
"A soul that's lost as mine is lost,
Little brother!"
(O Mother, Mary Mother,
Lost, lost, all lost, between Hell and Heaven!)
Scott, Sir Walter. Child Dyring.
'Twas lang i' the night, and the bairnies grat.
Their mither she under the mools heard that.
—— The Dance of Death.
A vision appearing to a Scottish sentinel on the eve of Waterloo.