Edna St. Vincent Millay, 1892 – 1950
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.)
I just saw this, and given the oft told hint – “The Glint in the Milkman’s Eye” I love the double-entendre.