Love Poems and Others/Cherry Robbers

​CHERRY ROBBERS

Under the long, dark boughs, like jewels red   In the hair of an Eastern girlShine strings of crimson cherries, as if had bled   Blood-drops beneath each curl.
Under the glistening cherries, with folded wings   Three dead birds lie:Pale-breasted throstles and a blackbird, robberlings   Stained with red dye.
Under the haystack a girl stands laughing at me,   With cherries hung round her ears—Offering me her scarlet fruit: I will see   If she has any tears.
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