Afternoon on a Hill

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!