A Selection from the Lyrical Poems of Robert Herrick

200. THE APRON OF FLOWERS

     To gather flowers, Sappha went,
     And homeward she did bring
     Within her lawny continent,
     The treasure of the Spring.

     She smiling blush'd, and blushing smiled,
     And sweetly blushing thus,
     She look'd as she'd been got with child
     By young Favonius.

     Her apron gave, as she did pass,
     An odour more divine,
     More pleasing too, than ever was
     The lap of Proserpine.