ovid - daphne + apollo

what are you doing with grown up weapons you mischievous boy

that bow would be better carried by me when i fire my shafts at my foes or beasts, theyre unfailingly wounded

your arrows, apollo, can shoot whatever you choose

but i'll shoot you.

that was the arrow which cupid

implanted in daphne's bosom

i want to remain a virgin forever

please let me. diana's father allowed her that. peneus granted her wish; but daphne's peculiar beauty and personal charm were powerful bars to her prayers fulfilment.

so was the god as his heart caught fire and flames spread through

to the depths of his soul, and passion was fuelled with empty hope.

helo me father! if rivers have power over nature, mar the beaty which

made me admired too well, by changing my form

her soft white bosom was ringed into a layer of bark

her hair was turned into foliage, her arms into branches

the feet that had run so nimbly were sunk into sluggish roots

her head was confined in a treetop

seizing the branches as though they were limbs in his arms embrace he pressed his lips

to the wood, but the wood still shrank from his kisses