Afternoon on a Hill
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!
DayPoems Poem No. 1388
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1388.html">Afternoon on a Hill by Edna St. Vincent Millay</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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