The story of Apollo and Daphne is told by Bernini's masterpiece...
Cupid shot Apollo with his golden "love" arrow, but shot Daphne with his lead "despise" arrow.
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| Apollo's adoring face; Daphne's desperation |
Just as Apollo reaches the running Daphne, she prays for help - and she turns into a laurel tree...
Then... Apollo cries out!
"Since you cannot be my bride, you must be my tree! Laurel, with you my hair will be wreathed, with you my lyre, with you my quiver. You will go with the Roman generals when joyful voices acclaim their triumph, and the Capitol witnesses their long processions. You will stand outside Augustus's doorposts, a faithful guardian, and keep watch over the crown of oak between them. And just as my head with its uncropped hair is always young, so you also will wear the beauty of undying leaves."
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