There was a road ran past our
Too lovely to explore.
I asked my mother once — she
That if you followed where it
It brought you to the milk-man's door.(That's why I have not travelled more.)
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
Edna St. Vincent Millay (February 22, 1892 – October 19, 1950) was an American lyrical poet and playwright.
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