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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Amiaza pe-o colina
Voi fi cea mai fericita
in asta lume!
Voi alinta sute de flori
Neculegand anume.
Voi privi dealuri si nori
cu ochi tacand
Privind vantu-nclinand iarba,
Si-iarba crescand.
Cand lumini dinspre oras
vor straluci,
Voi sti care-o fi a mea,
Si-oi cobori!
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