Most beautiful of what I leave is the light of the sun
Second: bright stars and the face of the moon
But also: ripe cucumbers, apples, and pears.
κάλλιστον μὲν ἐγὼ λείπω φάος ἠελίοιο
δευτερον ἄστρα φαεινὰ σεληναίης τε πρόσωπον
ἠδὲ καὶ ὡραίους σικύους καὶ μῆλα καὶ ὄχνας;
Hope you didn’t think Sappho was the only female lyric poet. Praxilla survives, mocked by Aristophanes but quoted by Zenobius.
(Yeah, Zenobius. We all know him.)