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I think that I shall never see 
a tree as lovely as the Daphne,
(as the laurel’s called in Greece)
under which to rest in peace.
I knew of the god Apollo’s hunt
for poor Daphne’s soft warm front
as Cupid had skewered the god with a dart,
and given the nymph a good head start.
but just as Apollo was grabbing her knee
Daphne’s daddy turned her into a tree.
Meanwhile, have you seen Bernini’s work?
Any human or god would be a jerk
or ruled by the strictest code of morals
not to want to rest on her comely laurels.