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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 lights begin to show

Up from the town,

I will mark which must be mine,

And then start down!

Written by
Edna St. Vincent Millay
1892-1950 / Female / American
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