Under a lawn, than skies more clear, <br />Some ruffled Roses nestling were, <br />And snugging there, they seem'd to lie <br />As in a flowery nunnery; <br />They blush'd, and look'd more fresh than flowers <br />Quickened of late by pearly showers; <br />And all, because they were possest <br />But of the heat of Julia's breast, <br />Which, as a warm and moisten'd spring, <br />Gave them their ever-flourishing.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/upon-roses/
