Love Poems and Others by D. H. Lawrence
Cherry Robbers
Under the long, dark boughs, like jewels red In the hair of an Eastern girl Shine 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.