Flower

Afternoon on a Hill
Edna St. Vincent Millay, 1892 - 1950

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!