The Mill

This poem was a bit difficult to understand at the beginning. It's about a couple owns a mill and suddenly, it gives no reason, but they cannot use the mill has their lively hood anymore. "There are no millers any more," her husband told her before he hanged himself. The author tells us that she goes to the mill, smelling the fragrance of the once working mill, and then drowns herself when she looks at her husband dead in the black water. I wasn't a fan of this story. I think it was too dark for me, though it taught me how to look for hidden hints in other poems.