Cherry-Ripe
Robert Herrick
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.
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