Clytie was a water-nymph and in love with Apollo, who made her no
return. So she pined away, sitting all day long upon the cold
ground, with her unbound tresses streaming over her shoulders.
Nine days she sat and tasted neither food nor drink, her own
tears and the chilly dew her only food. She gazed on the sun
when he rose, and as he passed through his daily course to his
setting; she saw no other object, her face turned constantly on
him. At last, they say, her limbs rooted in the ground, her face
became a sunflower, which turns on its stem so as always to face
the sun throughout its daily course; for it retains to that
extent the feeling of the nymph from whom it sprang.

Clytie clas in her splendored yellow gown,

    Stood for all eternity in the rough pebbled ground.

Pining away for Apollo’s golden smile–

                   Wasting her youth in the shadows of desire.

            She stood there whispering prayers to the wind,

Hoping it will be heard by the gods above;

       She wished on every star that could be seen,

Hoping Faith would smile at her and bless her with Apollo’s love.

She pined away until she could pine no longer;

The wind in the meadow swept her away.

And her love that was destined to live forever–

Lived on as the sweet prelude of the songs she sang yesterday.

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