Afternoon on a Hill

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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!

Selected from Collected Poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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