She fled from love, her suit was granted

    APOLLO'S TRIUMPH

    SHE fled from love, her suit was granted, 
    Daphne was changed into a laurel-tree. 
    But after, with so keen a zest she panted 
    To yield her sweets, and, in despair, 
    Cast such engrossing odours through the air, 
    Apollo, breathing them, had all he wanted.