Author Martha Gilbert Dickinson Bianchi Following Daphne fleeing—I awake! Not the laurels now that take Her from me hot pursuing,Wrap her shapeBeyond escape, But the dawn to my undoing Prisons me in hours ensuing— With her loveliness un-overtaken,Dream forsaken! Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments