Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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! 

1. The Snow Storm
2. When We Are Old And These Rejoicing Veins
3. Intention to Escape from Him
4. To S. M.
5. Scrub

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