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-3/
