Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

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.

1. Upon Mrs Eliz. Wheeler, under the Name of Amarillis
2. Upon Love: By Way of Question and Answer
3. To the Water-Nymphs Drinking at the Fountain
4. The Kiss: A Dialogue
5. Comfort to a Youth That Had Lost His Love

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