AFTERNOON on a HILL by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950)
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!
Photographs 2026 "The Lord himself will fight for you. Just stay calm!" Exodus 14:14

















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