Afternoon on a Hill, by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Afternoon on a Hill

I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.   I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.   And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down!

poems.one - Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay