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Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). 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,

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;

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

All that approach with eye or hand

These sacred cherries to come nigh,

Till Cherry-Ripe themselves do cry!