I once stumbled upon a poem,which led me to an ancient tomb, litchens damp with dew,thatched stone, mossy ruins. Merchant men with hoary broughes,winked at me through knotty scowls, the sketched pages in my drawing book.A promanade with my unrequited love ,Christina Rossetti in her enchanting poem The Goblin Market .She led me to the forests glenn,then led me to the goblin men.
Thomas Callaghan
