Explore "The Wood Road" by Edna St. Vincent Millay on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
If I were to walk this way / Hand in hand with Grief,
I should mark that maple-spray / Coming into leaf.
I should note how the old burrs / Rot upon the ground.
Yes, though Grief should know me hers / While the world goes round,
It could not in truth be said / This was lost on me:
A rock-maple showing red, / Burrs beneath a tree.