Daphne

Edna St. Vincent Millay

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!

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• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Eel-grass
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Elaine
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Elegy
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Elegy Before Death
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Epitaph
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Exiled
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• Edna St. Vincent Millay : City Trees
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