Classic Poem

Fayre Mayd, you did but cast your eyes erewhile
your ripening eyes
Upon a Banke of Camomile,
And straight a blushing Birth
of Strawberryes
began to smile
and all to gild the earth.

Would you have Cherry harvest here
still last? then doe no more
but kisse yon Sicamore
that Mirtle, or that Bay;
And Cherryes will appeare
not onely ripe for that one day
but dangling all the yeare. Rob: