Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (18241897). The Golden Treasury. 1875. | | Anonymous | | XCI. Cherry-Ripe | | 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. | | | 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. | | | 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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