William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
Cherry-ripeThomas Campion (15671620)
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Where roses and white lilies blow;
A heavenly paradise is that place
Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow.
There cherries grow that none may buy,
Till “Cherry-ripe” themselves do cry.
Of orient pearl a double row,
Which when her lovely laughter shows,
They look like rose-buds filled with snow;
Yet them nor peer nor prince may buy,
Till “Cherry-ripe” themselves do cry.
Her brows like bended bows do stand,
Threatening with piercing frowns to kill
All that attempt with eye or hand
Those sacred cherries to come nigh
Till “Cherry-ripe” themselves do cry.