English Poetry I: From Chaucer to Gray.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 140. Cherry-ripe |
| | | Thomas Campion (1567(?)–1620) |
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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 flow: | |
| There cherries grow which 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 rose-buds fill’d with snow; | 10 |
| Yet them nor peer nor prince can 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 attempt with eye or hand | |
| Those sacred cherries to come nigh, | |
| Till ‘Cherry-ripe’ themselves do cry. | |
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