Afternoon on a Hill

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.