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.
Cherry-ripe
Robert Herrick
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Poem topics: smile, answer, year, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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