Afternoon On A Hill

Afternoon on a Hill

Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950)

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!