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. It Came into Her Mind
2. Tenderly, in Those Times
3. From the Wan Dream
4. She Had Forgotten
5. Hyacinth

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

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