Tyrreno

For Daphne's laurel Phoebus gave his voice, The towering poplar charmed stern Hercules, The myrtle sweet, whose gifted flowers rejoice Young hearts in love, did most warm Venus please; The lithe green willow is my Flerid's choice, She gathers it amidst a thousand trees: Thus laurel, poplar, and sweet myrtle now, Where'er it grows, shall to the willow bow.