THROUGH SHADOW LOVE COMES 



The whiles the joyous bi'rdes make their pastyme 

 Emongst the shady leaves, their sweet abode, 

 And their trew loves without suspicion tell 

 abrode. 



EDMUND SPENSER. 

 The Faerie Queene, Book III, Canto VI. 



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 that 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 may buy, 

 Till " Cherry-ripe " themselves do cry. 



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