Only Edna St. Vincent Millay knows how I feel about Aaron being home at last

First stanza of "Afternoon on a Hill:"

I will be the gladdest thing  
    Under the sun!  
I will touch a hundred flowers  
    And not pick one.

I don't believe that anyone in history has ever been so happy, so much in love, so at home with body tucked into body, so well-rested as my sleep with the warm outline of him three inches away, so known as when I tell him all my thoughts he missed by going away. Or better yet, maybe all kinds of people whose inner lives are invisible to me feel this all the time, and the world is more full of blissful joy than I can know.