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!

This Place

This place previously in a vision      Wet pen drawn at the line

A place religiously tied     religiously religiously

A person, place or thing

Bring thy pebble or thy flowers or thy inscription
Bring bring bringeth your love
Dear ones bringeth your love

Ashes to trees

The trees!