Afternoon On A Hill by Edna St. Vincent Millay









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 where must be mine,
    And then start down!