| Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875. |
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| Anonymous |
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| XCI. Cherry-Ripe |
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| THERE is a garden in her face | |
| Where roses and white lilies blow; | |
| A heavenly paradise is that place, | |
| Wherein all pleasant fruits do grow; | |
| There cherries grow that none may buy, | 5 |
| Till Cherry-Ripe themselves do cry. | |
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| Those cherries fairly do enclose | |
| Of orient pearl a double row, | |
| Which when her lovely laughter shows, | |
| They look like rosebuds fill'd with snow; | 10 |
| Yet them no peer nor prince may buy, | |
| Till Cherry-Ripe themselves do cry. | |
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| Her eyes like angels watch them still; | |
| Her brows like bended bows do stand, | |
| Threat'ning with piercing frowns to kill | 15 |
| All that approach with eye or hand | |
| These sacred cherries to come nigh, | |
| Till Cherry-Ripe themselves do cry! | |
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