Cherry-Ripe
1591-1674
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.
DayPoems Poem No. 256
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/256.html">Cherry-Ripe by Robert Herrick</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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