Esther M. Zimmer Lederberg
John Lyly Poem: Song of Daphne

My Daphne's haire is twisted gold,
Bright starres a-piece her eyes doe hold,
My Daphne's Brow inthrones the Graces,
My Daphne's Beauty staines all faces,
On Daphne's cheeke grow rose and cherry,
On Daphne's Lip a sweeter berry,
Daphne's snowy Hand but touch'd does melt,
And then no heauenlier warmth is felt,
My Daphne's voice tunes all the spheres,
My Daphne's Musick charmes all eares.
Fond am I thus to sing her prayse ;
These glories now are turn'd to bayes.

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