UP A Heavenly Paradise Is That Place

A heavenly paradise is that place wherein all pleasant fruits do flow.
Thomas Campion (1567 - 1620)

James Bishop

This is an excerpt the poem 'Cherry-Ripe' by Thomas Campion. The poem is detailed in the references, and appears an unusual choice.

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.