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!