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! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRA LIPPO LIPPI by ROBERT BROWNING BEFORE ACTION by WILLIAM NOEL HODGSON TO A CHILD DURING SICKNESS by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT SONNET TO MRS. REYNOLD'S CAT by JOHN KEATS VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1883 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE YOUTH OF MAN by MATTHEW ARNOLD |