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 grass rise.

           And when the lights begin to show
           up from the town,
           I will mark which must be mine,
           and then start down!
 
  

                                        - Edna St. Vincent Millay