Cherry-Ripe（2/2）

They look like rosebuds filled with snow.

Yet the nor peer nor prcebuy,

TillCherry-ripetheselves do cry.

Her eyes like angels watch the still;

Her brows like bended bows do stand,

Threateng with piercg frowns to kill

All that attept with eye or hand

Those sacred cherries to e nigh,

TillCherry-ripetheselves do cry.