Question

Poiezii despre cirese in engleza

Answer 1

( Ai ce scrie )

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.