Robert Herrick

(1591-1674 / London / England)

Cherry- Ripe - Poem by 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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  • Ned Coates (4/4/2013 11:29:00 AM)

    Plantations is the perfect word. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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