Afternoon on a Hill, Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

Girl in a Landscape, 1965, Fairfield Porter