Poems (Millay)/Daphne

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Daphne
Why do you follow me?—Any moment I can beNothing but a laurel-tree.
Any moment of the chaseI can leave you in my placeA 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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