Lyric Poem · Nature
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.
This poem is in the public domain.
“The Apron of Flowers” by Robert Herrick — quilloak.com/poems/the-apron-of-flowers
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