Lyric Poem · Nature
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!
This poem is in the public domain.
“Afternoon on a Hill” by Edna St. Vincent Millay — quilloak.com/poems/afternoon-on-a-hill
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