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!