Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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. Siege
2. Sometimes When I Am Wearied
3. The Wagon Stopped before the House
4. The Cairn
5. I See So Clearly Now My Similar Years

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