Cherry Ripe
Read 'Cherry Ripe' by 'Robert Herrick' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
Cherry-ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry,
Full and fair ones; come, and buy:
If so be you ask me where
They do grow? I answer, there
Where my Julia's lips do smile;--
There's the land, or cherry-isle;
Whose plantations fully show
All the year where cherries grow.
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