But Apollo did not see Clytie. He rather, fell in love with her sister, the White Nymph Leucothoe. She fell into a great depression and was full of grief.
Night and day Clytie sat weeping. She did not eat, drink or sleep--but watched Apollo as he moved across the heavens.
The gods took pity upon her. Her body rooted to the ground--green leaves appeared where her arms and hands once were. Her lovely face was concealed by tiny flowers, sweet with perfume. Her love for Apollo never waned. Even to this day she turns her flower face toward the sun--following its rise and decent across the skies.
But men no longer call her Clytie, rather she is known as the Sunflower.