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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Poet: Edna St. Vincent Millay (Edna St. Vincent Millay Art)
Poem: 13. Daphne
Volume: A Few Figs From Thistles
Year: Published/Written in 1921
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