When I was little, every night my sister Mary would read me bedtime stories; sometimes it would be poetry. I remember this one she would read. One I never forgot. Perhaps you know it too.
Goodnight.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892–1950)
Renascence and Other Poems. 1917.

5. Afternoon on a Hill

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!