For some thoughts, which sure would be the most beautiful, vanish before we can rightly scan their features; as though a god, travelling by our green highways, should but ope the door, give one smiling look into the house, and go again for ever.

有些念头想必美丽至极，却在我们看清它们的面容之前便消逝了；仿佛一位神明沿着绿意盎然的大路行来，只推开门，微笑着向屋内看上一眼，便永远离去。