"There is a Garden in her Face" is a Renaissance love song by Thomas Campion. In this poem (which was originally set to lute music), a speaker describes a lady's beautiful face as a garden that grows sweet cherries but warns that nobody can taste those cherries until they hear the lady cry, like a fruitseller, "cherry ripe"! Female beauty, the poem suggests, can be tantalizing, and all the more so when the lady in question plays hard to get. The poem first appeared in an anthology of Campion's songs, The Third and Fourth Book of Ayres (1617).
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1There is a garden in her face
2Where roses and white lilies grow;
3A heav'nly paradise is that place
4Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow.
5There cherries grow which none may buy,
6Till "Cherry ripe" themselves do cry.
7Those cherries fairly do enclose
8Of orient pearl a double row,
9Which when her lovely laughter shows,
10They look like rose-buds fill'd with snow;
11Yet them nor peer nor prince can buy,
12Till "Cherry ripe" themselves do cry.
13Her eyes like angels watch them still,
14Her brows like bended bows do stand,
15Threat'ning with piercing frowns to kill
16All that attempt with eye or hand
17Those sacred cherries to come nigh,
18Till "Cherry ripe" themselves do cry.
1There is a garden in her face
2Where roses and white lilies grow;
3A heav'nly paradise is that place
4Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow.
5There cherries grow which none may buy,
6Till "Cherry ripe" themselves do cry.
7Those cherries fairly do enclose
8Of orient pearl a double row,
9Which when her lovely laughter shows,
10They look like rose-buds fill'd with snow;
11Yet them nor peer nor prince can buy,
12Till "Cherry ripe" themselves do cry.
13Her eyes like angels watch them still,
14Her brows like bended bows do stand,
15Threat'ning with piercing frowns to kill
16All that attempt with eye or hand
17Those sacred cherries to come nigh,
18Till "Cherry ripe" themselves do cry.
There is a garden in her face
Where roses and white lilies grow;
A heav'nly 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 fill'd with snow;
Yet them nor 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.
Select any word below to get its definition in the context of the poem. The words are listed in the order in which they appear in the poem.
The Poem as a Song — Listen to this poem set to music, as Campion intended.
Two Books of Ayres — See images from one of Campion's collections of lute songs (or "airs"). "There is a Garden in her Face" was published in a later volume of the same series.
A Brief Biography — Learn more about Thomas Campion's life and work via the Poetry Foundation.
The Poem Aloud — Listen to a reading of the poem.