The Gladdest Thing Under the Sun

{A beautiful spring poem for a beautiful spring day. Enjoy.}

Afternoon on a Hill

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 the lights begin to show
   Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
   And then start down!

– Edna St. Vincent Millay

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