The world is filled with love and smoke,
The world is filled with life,
The light that walks on
The waves and the sky,
With the languor of afternoon,
To walk where the light-tangled hills
Flare to light in a breath;

             And with my bare feet in wet grass,  
             I dance in wild laughter,  
                 In the light of the sun.

• Edna St Vincent Millay