"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