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LATINA III Beloved and wooed she wandered silent paths, OVID METAMORPHOSES for never could her modesty endure SELECT STORIES the glance of man or listen to his love. Her grieving father spoke to her, “Alas, INVOCATION my daughter, I have wished a son in law, My soul is wrought to sing of forms transformed and now you owe a grandchild to the joy to bodies new and strange! Immortal Gods of my old age.” But Daphne only hung inspire my heart, for ye have changed yourselves her head to hide her shame. The nuptial torch and all things you have changed! Oh lead my song seemed criminal to her. She even clung, in smooth and measured strains, from olden days caressing, with her arms around his neck, when earth began to this completed time! and pled, “My dearest father let me live a virgin always, for remember Jove DAPHNE AND PHOEBUS did grant it to Diana at her birth.” Daphne, the daughter of a River God But though her father promised her desire, was first beloved by Phoebus, the great God her loveliness prevailed against their will; of glorious light. 'Twas not a cause of chance for, Phoebus when he saw her waxed distraught, but out of Cupid's vengeful spite that she and filled with wonder his sick fancy raised was fated to torment the lord of light. delusive hopes, and his own oracles For Phoebus, proud of Python's death, beheld deceived him.--As the stubble in the field that impish god of Love upon a time flares up, or as the stacked wheat is consumed when he was bending his diminished bow, by flames, enkindled from a spark or torch and voicing his contempt in anger said; the chance pedestrian may neglect at dawn; “What, wanton boy, are mighty arms to thee, so was the bosom of the god consumed, great weapons suited to the needs of war? and so desire flamed in his stricken heart. The bow is only for the use of those He saw her bright hair waving on her neck;-- large deities of heaven whose strength may deal “How beautiful if properly arranged! ” wounds, mortal, to the savage beasts of prey; He saw her eyes like stars of sparkling fire, and who courageous overcome their foes.-- her lips for kissing sweetest, and her hands it is a proper weapon to the use and fingers and her arms; her shoulders white of such as slew with arrows Python, huge, as ivory;--and whatever was not seen whose pestilential carcase vast extent more beautiful must be. covered. Content thee with the flames thy torch Swift as the wind enkindles (fires too subtle for my thought) from his pursuing feet the virgin fled, and leave to me the glory that is mine.” and neither stopped nor heeded as he called; to him, undaunted, Venus, son replied; “O Nymph! O Daphne! I entreat thee stay, “O Phoebus, thou canst conquer all the world it is no enemy that follows thee-- with thy strong bow and arrows, but with this why, so the lamb leaps from the raging wolf, small arrow I shall pierce thy vaunting breast! and from the lion runs the timid faun, And by the measure that thy might exceeds and from the eagle flies the trembling dove, the broken powers of thy defeated foes, all hasten from their natural enemy so is thy glory less than mine.” No more but I alone pursue for my dear love. he said, but with his wings expanded thence Alas, if thou shouldst fall and mar thy face, flew lightly to Parnassus, lofty peak. or tear upon the bramble thy soft thighs, There, from his quiver he plucked arrows twain, or should I prove unwilling cause of pain! most curiously wrought of different art; “The wilderness is rough and dangerous, one love exciting, one repelling love. and I beseech thee be more careful--I The dart of love was glittering, gold and sharp, will follow slowly.--Ask of whom thou wilt, the other had a blunted tip of lead; and thou shalt learn that I am not a churl-- and with that dull lead dart he shot the Nymph, I am no mountain dweller of rude caves, but with the keen point of the golden dart nor clown compelled to watch the sheep and goats; he pierced the bone and marrow of the God. and neither canst thou know from whom thy feet Immediately the one with love was filled, fly fearful, or thou wouldst not leave me thus. the other, scouting at the thought of love, “The Delphic Land, the Pataraean Realm, rejoiced in the deep shadow of the woods, Claros and Tenedos revere my name, and as the virgin Phoebe (who denies and my immortal sire is Jupiter. the joys of love and loves the joys of chase) The present, past and future are through me a maiden's fillet bound her flowing hair,-- in sacred oracles revealed to man, and her pure mind denied the love of man. and from my harp the harmonies of sound Page 1 of 18 are borrowed by their bards to praise the Gods. as long processions climb the Capitol My bow is certain, but a flaming shaft and chanting throngs proclaim their victories; surpassing mine has pierced my heart-- and as a faithful warden thou shalt guard untouched before. The art of medicine the civic crown of oak leaves fixed between is my invention, and the power of herbs; thy branches, and before Augustan gates. but though the world declare my useful works And as my youthful head is never shorn, there is no herb to medicate my wound, so, also, shalt thou ever bear thy leaves and all the arts that save have failed their lord.,” unchanging to thy glory.,” But even as he made his plaint, the Nymph Here the God, with timid footsteps fled from his approach, Phoebus Apollo, ended his lament, and left him to his murmurs and his pain. and unto him the Laurel bent her boughs, Lovely the virgin seemed as the soft wind so lately fashioned; and it seemed to him exposed her limbs, and as the zephyrs fond her graceful nod gave answer to his love. fluttered amid her garments, and the breeze fanned lightly in her flowing hair. She seemed IO AND JUPITER most lovely to his fancy in her flight; There is a grove in Thessaly, enclosed and mad with love he followed in her steps, on every side with crags, precipitous,-- and silent hastened his increasing speed. on which a forest grows--and this is called As when the greyhound sees the frightened hare the Vale of Tempe--through this valley flows flit over the plain:--With eager nose outstretched, the River Peneus, white with foaming waves, impetuous, he rushes on his prey, that issue from the foot of Pindus, whence and gains upon her till he treads her feet, with sudden fall up gather steamy clouds and almost fastens in her side his fangs; that sprinkle mist upon the circling trees, but she, whilst dreading that her end is near, and far away with mighty roar resound. is suddenly delivered from her fright; It is the abode, the solitary home, so was it with the god and virgin: one that mighty River loves, where deep in gloom with hope pursued, the other fled in fear; of rocky cavern, he resides and rules and he who followed, borne on wings of love, the flowing waters and the water nymphs permitted her no rest and gained on her, abiding there. All rivers of that land until his warm breath mingled in her hair. now hasten thither, doubtful to console Her strength spent, pale and faint, with pleading or flatter Daphne's parent: poplar crowned eyes Sperchios, swift Enipeus and the wild she gazed upon her father's waves and prayed, Amphrysos, old Apidanus and Aeas, “Help me my father, if thy flowing streams with all their kindred streams that wandering maze have virtue! Cover me, O mother Earth! and wearied seek the ocean. Inachus Destroy the beauty that has injured me, alone is absent, hidden in his cave or change the body that destroys my life.” obscure, deepening his waters with his tears-- Before her prayer was ended, torpor seized most wretchedly bewailing, for he deems on all her body, and a thin bark closed his daughter Io lost. If she may live around her gentle bosom, and her hair or roam a spirit in the nether shades became as moving leaves; her arms were changed he dares not even guess but dreads to waving branches, and her active feet for Jove not long before had seen her while as clinging roots were fastened to the ground-- returning from her father's stream, and said; her face was hidden with encircling leaves.-- “O virgin, worthy of immortal Jove, Phoebus admired and loved the graceful tree, although some happy mortal's chosen bride,-- (For still, though changed, her slender form behold these shades of overhanging trees, remained) and seek their cool recesses while the sun and with his right hand lingering on the trunk is glowing in the height of middle skies--” he felt her bosom throbbing in the bark. and as he spoke he pointed out the groves-- He clung to trunk and branch as though to twine. “But should the dens of wild beasts frighten you, His form with hers, and fondly kissed the wood with safety you may enter the deep woods, that shrank from every kiss.