Nature
The Apron of Flowers.
From Hesperides (1648)
Nature
TTo gather Flowers Sappha went,
And homeward she did bring
Within her Lawnie Continent,
The treasure of the Spring.
She smiling blusht, and blushing smil'd,
And sweetly blushing thus,
She lookt as she'd been got with child
By young Favonius.
Her Apron gave (as she did passe)
An Odor more divine,
More pleasing too, then ever was
The lap of Proserpine.
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MLA
Herrick, Robert. “The Apron of Flowers.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/herrick/749/.
Chicago
Herrick, Robert. “The Apron of Flowers.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/herrick/749/.
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