Cherries of the night are riper <br />Than the cherries pluckt at noon <br />Gather to your fairy piper <br />When he pipes his magic tune: <br /> Merry, merry, <br /> Take a cherry; <br /> Mine are sounder, <br /> Mine are rounder, <br /> Mine are sweeter <br /> For the eater <br /> Under the moon. <br />And you’ll be fairies soon. <br /> <br />In the cherry pluckt at night, <br />With the dew of summer swelling, <br />There’s a juice of pure delight, <br />Cool, dark, sweet, divinely smelling. <br /> Merry, merry, <br /> Take a cherry; <br /> Mine are sounder, <br /> Mine are rounder, <br /> Mine are sweeter <br /> For the eater <br /> In the moonlight. <br />And you’ll be fairies quite. <br /> <br />When I sound the fairy call, <br />Gather here in silent meeting, <br />Chin to knee on the orchard wall, <br />Cooled with dew and cherries eating. <br /> Merry, merry, <br /> Take a cherry; <br /> Mine are sounder, <br /> Mine are rounder, <br /> Mine are sweeter. <br /> For the eater <br /> When the dews fall. <br />And you’ll be fairies all.<br /><br />Robert Graves<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cherry-time/
