There is a Garden in Her Face

  • Posted on: 27 December 2010
  • By: admin

Time Period: 1567-1520
by Thomas Campion

There is a garden in her face,
Where roses and white lilies grow;
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.

Those cherries fairly do enclose
Of orient pearl a double row,
Which when her lovely laughter shows,
They look like rose-buds field with snow.
Yet them nor peer nor prince can buy,
Till “Cherry ripe!” themselves do cry.

Her eyes like angels watch them still;
Her brows like bended bows do stand,
Threat’ning with piercing frowns to kill
All that attempt with eyes or hand
Those sacred cherries to come nigh,
Till “Cherry ripe!” themselves do cry.