"It was a low hill I stood on, and I was only on the side of it. And in
spite of the thrilling beauty of the moon, all but the part I stood on
melted into soft, beautiful shadow, all below me and above me. But I did
not turn to look at or ask myself about anything. You see the difficulty
is that there are no earthly words to tell it! All my being was
ecstasy--pure, light ecstasy! Oh, what poor words-- But I know no
others. If I said that I was happy--HAPPY!--it would be nothing. I WAS
happiness itself, I WAS pure rapture! I did not look at the beauty of
the night, the sky, the marvelous melting shadow. I was PART of it
all, one with it. Nothing held me nothing! The beauty of the night, the
light, the air WERE what I was, and I was only thrilling ecstasy and
wonder at the rapture of it."
I stopped and covered my face with my hands, and tears wet my fingers.
"Oh, I cannot make it real! I was only there such a short, short time.
Even if you had been with me I could not have found words for it, even
then. It was such a short time. I only stood and lifted my face and felt
the joy of it, the pure marvel of joy. I only heard myself murmuring
over and over again: 'Oh, how beautiful! how beautiful! Oh, how
BEAUTIFUL!'
"And then a marvel of new joy swept through me. I said, very softly and
very slowly, as if my voice were trailing away into silence:
'Oh--h! I--can--lie--down--here--on--the grass--and--sleep .
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