Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Daphne

Why do you follow me?—
Any moment I can be
Nothing but a laurel-tree.

Any moment of the chase
I can leave you in my place
A pink bough for your embrace.

Yet if over hill and hollow
Still it is your will to follow,
I am off;—to heel, Apollo!

1. The Snow Storm
2. To S. M.
3. Intention to Escape from Him
4. Sweet Love, Sweet Thorn, When Lightly To My Heart
5. Fontaine, Je Ne Boirai Pas De Ton Eau!

John Cunningham Daphne ("No longer, Daphne, I admire")

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