Ladon

Song.

Nymphs and shepherds, dance no more By sandy Ladon's lily'd banks; On old Lycaeus or Cyllene hoar Trip no more in twilight ranks.

Though Erinath your loss deplore, A better soil shall give ye thanks.

From the stony Maenalus Bring your flocks, and live with us.

He set off in pursuit, beseeching her to stop.

Daphne ran toward the bank of a river that belonged to her father, the river god Ladon, calling to him to save her from her pursuer.

Ladon had no time to rise out of his riverbed and come to his daughter's rescue.

But the moment Daphne's toes touched the sand of the riverbank, he changed them into roots.