From the same collection, guess this one:

I'm the world's wonder, for I make women happy
—a boon to the neighbourhood, a bane to no one,
though I may perhaps prick the one who picks me.

I am set well up, stand in a bed,
have a roughish root. Rarely (though it happens)
a churl's daughter more daring than the rest
—and lovelier!—lays hold of me,
rushes my red top, wrenches at my head,
and lays me in the larder.
                         She learns soon enough,
the curly-haired creature who clamps me so,
of my meeting with her: moist is her eye!

ONION