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. Grown-up
2. My Most Distinguished Guest And Learned Friend
3. Assault
4. Sweet Love, Sweet Thorn, When Lightly To My Heart
5. Night Is My Sister, And How Deep In Love

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

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