Daughter of a river-god, loved by Apollo. She fled from the amorous god, and escaped by being changed into a laurel, thenceforth the favourite tree of the sun-god.
Nay, lady, sit. If I but wave this wand, Your nerves are all chain'd up in alabaster, And you a statue, or, as Daphnë was, Root-bound, that fled Apollo.
Source: Dictionary of Phrase and Fable, E. Cobham Brewer, 1894