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