By Edna St. Vincent Millay
[The above link will take you to a list of her poems at public-domain-poetry.com]
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!
Picture by Carl Van Vechten.
