"If we had never before looked upon the earth, but suddenly came upon it man or woman grown, set down in the midst of a summer mead, would it not seem to us a radiant vision? The hues, the shapes, the song and life of birds, above all the sunlight, the breath of heaven resting on it; the mind would be filled with its glory, unable to grasp it, hardly believing that such things could be mere matter and no more. Like a dream of some spiritland it would appear, scarce fit to be touched lest it should fall to pieces, too beautiful to be long watched lest it should fade away."