"If Jove would give the leafy bowers
A queen for all their wold of flowers,
The rose would be the choice of Jove,
And blush the queen of ever grove.
Sweetest child of weeping morning,
Gem, the breast of earth adorning,
Eye of flower 'res, glow of lawns,
Bud of beauty, nursed by dawns:
Soft the soul of the love it breathes,
Cypria's brow with magic wreathes;
And to Zephyr's wild caresses,
Diffuses all its verdant tresses,
Till flowing with the wanton's play,
It blushes a diviner ray"
-Sappho of Lesbos