I saw no new thing,
but I saw all the usual things
in a miraculous new light -
in what I believe is their true light.
I saw for the first time
how wildly beautiful and joyous,
beyond any words of mine to describe,
is the whole of life.
Every human being moving across that porch,
every sparrow that flew,
every branch tossing in the wind,
was caught in and was part of
the whole mad ecstasy of loveliness,
of joy, or importance, of intoxication of life.
-Margaret Prescott Montague
