Cherry-ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry, <br />Full and fair ones; come, and buy: <br />If so be you ask me where <br />They do grow? I answer, there <br />Where my Julia's lips do smile;-- <br />There's the land, or cherry-isle; <br />Whose plantations fully show <br />All the year where cherries grow.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cherry-ripe-2/
