She is running from him, just as animals run from their enemy while Apollo pleads that he loves her, thus cannot be an enemy. “Wretched that I am: I’m fearful that you’ll fall, brambles will tear your flesh because of me!” He insists that she slows down, afraid that she might fall, yet he does not stop chasing her. Apollo goes on to brag of his many talents, until finally he stops talking and begins to run faster, “He in hope and she in terror race.” Finally Daphne sees her father Peneus and she cries to him, “Help me, dear father! If your waters hold divinity, transform me and destroy that beauty by which I have too well pleased!” Her father held the title of the river “god” and just as we pray to our God and he answers our prayers; so did he father. Daphne’s wish comes true and she appears in the form of a tree, still withholding the same beauty just in a different form. That still did not stop Apollo; however, he loved her still even in this form. He tells her, “Although you cannot be my bride,””You assuredly will be my own tree, O Laurel”. He declares to her how her leaves will make up his crown, and also decorate his musical
She is running from him, just as animals run from their enemy while Apollo pleads that he loves her, thus cannot be an enemy. “Wretched that I am: I’m fearful that you’ll fall, brambles will tear your flesh because of me!” He insists that she slows down, afraid that she might fall, yet he does not stop chasing her. Apollo goes on to brag of his many talents, until finally he stops talking and begins to run faster, “He in hope and she in terror race.” Finally Daphne sees her father Peneus and she cries to him, “Help me, dear father! If your waters hold divinity, transform me and destroy that beauty by which I have too well pleased!” Her father held the title of the river “god” and just as we pray to our God and he answers our prayers; so did he father. Daphne’s wish comes true and she appears in the form of a tree, still withholding the same beauty just in a different form. That still did not stop Apollo; however, he loved her still even in this form. He tells her, “Although you cannot be my bride,””You assuredly will be my own tree, O Laurel”. He declares to her how her leaves will make up his crown, and also decorate his musical