To 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VOLUNTARIES by RALPH WALDO EMERSON GRANDMOTHER'S STORY OF BUNKER HILL BATTLE by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES ACHIEVEMENT'S SILVER CRY by MARGARETE ROSE AKIN THE GODODDIN: THE DEATH OF HOEL by ANEIRIN ASPIRATIONS: 2 by MATHILDE BLIND |