Cherry-Ripe 櫻桃熟了

by Thomas Campion

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.

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 no 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.




 

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這是八哥嗎? -千山萬水總有情- 給 千山萬水總有情 發送悄悄話 (0 bytes) () 04/05/2014 postreply 21:38:54

不曉得,對不住。 -桃花雨- 給 桃花雨 發送悄悄話 (0 bytes) () 04/06/2014 postreply 11:31:42

心源一種閑如水,同醉櫻桃林下春,帖子很美~~ -cherryhill- 給 cherryhill 發送悄悄話 (0 bytes) () 04/06/2014 postreply 06:17:10

同醉櫻桃林下春,:)) -桃花雨- 給 桃花雨 發送悄悄話 (0 bytes) () 04/06/2014 postreply 11:33:06

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