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. I See So Clearly Now My Similar Years
2. That Love at Length Should Find
3. The Wagon Stopped before the House
4. One Way There Was
5. Siege

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

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