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English Poetry I: From Chaucer to Gray.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

Robert Herrick

206. 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.