Afternoon on a Hill

<title>Afternoon on a Hill</title>
<h1>Afternoon on a Hill</h1>
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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!

        Edna St. Vincent Millay
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