Hesperides — Upon Roses

Under a lawn, than skies more clear,

Some ruffled roses nestling were:

And, snugging there, they seem'd to lie

As in a flowery nunnery:

They blush'd, and look'd more fresh than flowers

Quicken'd of late by pearly showers,

And all because they were possess'd

But of the heat of Julia's breast:

Which, as a warm and moisten'd spring,

Gave them their ever-flourishing.