There Is A Garden In Her Face

By Thomas Campion 1567–1620 Thomas Campion
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.

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Poet Thomas Campion 1567–1620

SCHOOL / PERIOD Renaissance

Subjects Love, Relationships, Romantic Love, Unrequited Love

Poetic Terms Rhymed Stanza, Refrain

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Thomas Campion's importance for nondramatic literature of the English Renaissance lies in the exceptional intimacy of the musical-poetic connection in his work. While other poets and musicians talked about the union of the two arts, only Campion produced complete songs wholly of his own composition, and only he wrote lyric poetry of enduring literary value whose very construction is deeply etched with the poet's care for its . . .

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SUBJECT Love, Relationships, Romantic Love, Unrequited Love

SCHOOL / PERIOD Renaissance

Poetic Terms Rhymed Stanza, Refrain

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Originally appeared in Poetry magazine.

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