The Unexplorer

Edna St. Vincent Millay

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.)

Next 10 Poems

• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Thou Art Not Lovelier Than Lilacs,-no
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Three Songs Of Shattering
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Thursday
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Time Does Not Bring Relief; You All Have Lied
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : To A Poet That Died Young
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : To Kathleen
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : To S. M.
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : To The Not Impossible Him
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Travel
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : We Talk Of Taxes, And I Call You Friend

Previous 10 Poems

• Edna St. Vincent Millay : The Suicide
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : The Singing-woman From The Wood's Edge
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : The Shroud
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : The Prisoner
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : The Poet And His Book
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : The Philosopher
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : The Penitent
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : The Merry Maid
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : The Little Hill
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : The Little Ghost