Cherry-Ripe
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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Robert Herrick (1591-1674)
from Hesperides, 1648
Amadeo Preziosi, Cherry peddler in Bucharest (1869)
public domain - courtesy Wikimedia Commons
[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]
Robert Herrick biography
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