Thomas Campion

(1567-1620 / England)

There Is A Garden In Her Face - Poem by Thomas Campion

There is a garden in her face
Where roses and white lilies grow;
A heav'nly paradise is that place
Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow.
There cherries grow which 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 rose-buds fill'd with snow;
Yet them nor peer nor prince can 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 attempt with eye or hand
Those sacred cherries to come nigh,
Till 'Cherry ripe' themselves do cry.


Comments about There Is A Garden In Her Face by Thomas Campion

  • Rookie - 0 Points Mohammad Al-kurdi (3/29/2008 12:21:00 AM)

    it's a descriptive piese. when you read it you can easily draw a picture about it. i think this poem stands for the power'till cherry ripe....', stands for the original'orient...', and of course stands for the beauty, all of the lines. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 13, 2001

Poem Edited: Sunday, May 13, 2001


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