An Epigram for Daphne, Loved by Apollo

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In the Vale of Tempe, ancient voices sang

For a Laurel wreath on a sacred plain.

They praised the noble in the natural,

Where even wild nature once became the same.

 

“Did the god, at last, win her over then?”

“I doubt the noble sun will forget her name.”

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  1. tom alessandri says:

    very nice!! very classical!

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