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!

-- "Afternoon on a Hill",
Edna St. Vincent Millay