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!

(I have stood on this hill in Camden, Maine, 

looked down, and thought of this poem.  Lovely.)

Poem now in the public domain.