Romance

“Good cheap! Good cheap! Buy my golden ware!
Sunny-afternoon-color, happy-harvest-moon-color,
Burnished bright as Beauty’s golden hair!
O come buy!
Buy my rare golden ware!”
(But they never came anigh him, they went trooping by him,
To trade at the shop of Despair--
At the dark little shop of Despair!)

“Good cheap! Good cheap! Buy my magic ware!
All your meat shall savor of it, all your drink take flavor of it,
Yea, ’twill warm ye when the hearth is bare! O come buy!
Buy my fair golden ware!”
(But they hurried past the turning, with their fixed eyes burning,
Making haste to be cheated by Despair--
Buying dear at the counter of Despair!)