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.)
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