To gather flowers, Sappha went, <br />And homeward she did bring <br />Within her lawny continent, <br />The treasure of the Spring. <br /> <br />She smiling blush'd, and blushing smiled, <br />And sweetly blushing thus, <br />She look'd as she'd been got with child <br />By young Favonius. <br /> <br />Her apron gave, as she did pass, <br />An odour more divine, <br />More pleasing too, than ever was <br />The lap of Proserpine.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-apron-of-flowers/
