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There is a Garden in Her Face

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There is a Garden in Her Face
by Thomas Campion
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   There is a garden in her face
Where roses and white lilies grow;
   A heav'nly 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 filled 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 eye or hand
   Those sacred cherries to come nigh
   Till "Cherry-ripe" themselves do cry.

This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

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