Robert Herrick

[1591–1674]

Cherry-Ripe

[206. 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.