My Daphne's hair is twisted gold, <br />Bright stars apiece her eyes do hold, <br />My Daphne's brow enthrones the Graces, <br />My Daphne's beauty stains all faces, <br />On Daphne's cheek grow rose and cherry, <br />On Daphne's lip a sweeter berry, <br />Daphne's snowy hand but touched does melt, <br />And then no heavenlier warmth is felt, <br />My Daphne's voice tunes all the spheres, <br />My Daphne's music charms all ears. <br />Fond am I thus to sing her praise; <br />These glories now are turned to bays.<br /><br />John Lyly<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/apollo-s-song/
