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Afternoon on a Hill

by Edna St. Vincent Millay, 1917

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!

Published in Renascence, and Other Poems
Tags: happiness

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