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FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 7. CHERRY RIPE, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: There is a garden in her face
Last Line: Till cherry-ripe themselves do cry!
Subject(s): Beauty; Conceit; Faces; Love; Youth


THERE is a garden in her face,
Where roses and white lilies grow;
A heavenly 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 filled 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,
Threatening with piercing frowns to kill
All that attempt with eye or hand
These sacred cherries to come nigh--
Till cherry-ripe themselves do cry!





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