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!

(C) Edna St. Vincent Millay
01/01/2000


Best Poems of Edna St. Vincent Millay

• Lament
• If I Should Learn, In Some Quite Casual Way
• Kin To Sorrow
• Let You Not Say Of Me When I Am Old
• Into The Golden Vessel Of Great Song
• Journey
• Macdougal Street
• Interim
• Indifference
• Low-tide
• Mariposa
• Inland
• Apostrophe To Man
• Grown-up
• Bluebeard
• I Dreamed I Moved Among The Elysian Fields
• Portrait By A Neighbor
• Alms
• No Rose That In A Garden Ever Grew
• Midnight Oil
• Afternoon On A Hill