Cherry-Ripe’.
There is a garden in her face
Where roses and white lilies blow;
A heavenly paradise is that place,
Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow:
There cherries grow which none may buy
Till ‘Cherry-ripe’ themselves do cry …
We’ll begin our rundown of the best fruit poems with this lyric from one of the greatest composers of the Elizabethan and Jobean eras.
Campion describes a beautiful young woman, comparing her to a garden full of cherry trees. We won’t dwell too long on the significance of the word ‘ripe’in relation to the young woman…
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