Afternoon on a Hill

mountain viewI 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!

Selection from Renascence, and Other Poems. NEW YORK: HARPER, 1917 | Source: Project Gutenberg.