by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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!

Last updated January 14, 2019