Apollo and Daphne
GARCILASSO MARINO
When Phaebus saw a rugged Bark beguile
His Love, and his Embraces intercept,
The Leaves instructed by his Grief to smile,
Taking fresh Growth and verdure as he wept:
How can, saith he, my woes expect Release,
When Tears, the Subject of my Tears, increase!
His chang'd yet scorn-retaining Fair he kist,
From the lov'd Trunk plucking a little Bough;
And though the Conquest which he sought he mist,
With that Triumphant spoil adorns his Brow.
Thus this disdainful Maid his aim deceives,
Where he expected Fruit he gathers Leaves.
When Phaebus saw a rugged Bark beguile
His Love, and his Embraces intercept,
The Leaves instructed by his Grief to smile,
Taking fresh Growth and verdure as he wept:
How can, saith he, my woes expect Release,
When Tears, the Subject of my Tears, increase!
His chang'd yet scorn-retaining Fair he kist,
From the lov'd Trunk plucking a little Bough;
And though the Conquest which he sought he mist,
With that Triumphant spoil adorns his Brow.
Thus this disdainful Maid his aim deceives,
Where he expected Fruit he gathers Leaves.
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