Robert Herrick

Here you will find thePoemCHERRY RIPEof poet Robert Herrick

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.