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Cherry-Time

Cherries of the night are riper
Than the cherries pluckt at noon
Gather to your fairy piper
When he pipes his magic tune:

Merry merry,
Take a cherry;
Mine are sounder,
Mine are rounder,
Mine are sweeter
For the eater
Under the moon,
And you'll be fairies soon.

In the cherry pluckt at night,
With the dew of summer swelling,
There's a juice of pure delight,
Cool, dark, sweet, devinely smelling.

Merry merry,
Mine are sounder,
Mine are rounder,
Mine are sweeter
For the eater
In the moonlight,
And you'll be fairies quite.

When I sound the fairy call.
Gather here in silent meeting,
Chin to knee on the orchard wall,
Cooled with dew and cherries eating.

Merry merry,
Mine are sounder,
Mine are rounder,
Mine are sweeter,,
For the eater
When the dews fall.
And you'll be fairies all.

-Robert Graves-
Fairies and Fusiliers