Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей)

The Unexplorer

There was a road ran past our house
Too lovely to explore.
I asked my mother once -- she said
That if you followed where it led
It brought you to the milk-man’s door.
(That’s why I have not travelled more.)

1. The Snow Storm
2. To S. M.
3. When We Are Old And These Rejoicing Veins
4. Second Fig
5. My Most Distinguished Guest And Learned Friend

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