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Edna St. Vincent Millay · Early Poems

Poem 77 of 141 · A Few Figs from Thistles

The Unexplorer

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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 traveled more.)

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