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!



Edna St. Vincent Millay