Afternoon on a Hill | A poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay, 1917

Edward Cucuel (1875-1954), Reclining Woman in White

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!

Edna St. Vincent Millay, Afternoon on a Hill, 1917

Also:
Love is Not All [Sonnet XXX] | Edna St. Vincent Millay, 1931
Dirge Without Music | A poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay, 1928
I know I am but summer to your heart | A poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
What lips my lips have kissed (Sonnet XLIII) | A poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay, 1914