I like the playfulness of sharing the divine charms of a bright spring day, even while saying it’s probably wasted on you.
And of course, you have often forgotten yourself with straining your eyes after the mounting lark, haven’t you? I did, two days ago, on a walk through the fields. Maybe they weren’t larks, but they were mounting and twittering and it was their song that had me strain my eyes upwards.
And ‘silent beauty like fretted aisles’!
‘I might mention all the divine charms of a bright spring day, but if you had never in your life utterly forgotten yourself in straining your eyes after the mounting lark, or in wandering through the still lanes when the fresh-opened blossoms fill them with a sacred, silent beauty like that of fretted aisles, where would be the use of my descriptive catalogue?’
Source: George Eliot, Adam Bede (Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1985 (1859)), p. 128