We may have passed a place a thousand times and one; and on the thousand and second it will be transfigured, and stand forth in a certain splendour of reality from the dull circle of surroundings; so that we see it “with a child’s first pleasure,” as Wordsworth saw the daffodils by the lake side.

我们也许已经过一个地方一千零一次；到第一千零二次，它却忽然焕然一新，从黯淡的周遭中显出真实而明亮的光彩；于是我们带着“孩童初见时的喜悦”看见它，就像华兹华斯看见湖畔的水仙。