Poem by Robert Herrick

Cherry-Ripe

CHERRY-RIPE, ripe, ripe, I cry,
Full and fair ones; come and buy.
If so be you ask me where
They do grow, I answer: There
Where my Julia's lips do smile;
There's the land, or cherry-isle,
Whose plantations fully show
All the year where cherries grow. 

1. Four Things Make Us Happy Here
2. Upon the Detracter
3. The Succession of the Four Sweet Months
4. Upon Tears
5. Love, What It Is

Thomas Campion Cherry-Ripe ("There is a garden in her face")

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