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. MacDougal Street
2. The Fledgling
3. Low-Tide
4. Well, I Have Lost You
5. The Suicide

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

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