I see it now I think, Father Steve.
Someone gives a simnell to another one to take it to a or maybe their mother. And asks for a half of the blessing she will give.

Never heard of Robert Herrick before, but I found some more in an anthology I have. Nice poem called: To Daffodils.

@Avvy. In the Rossetti poem plight means promise, not compromise.

Anyone else for poems related to lent/spring that are to your liking and might please others?