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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