There was not much of a prospect from the gateway, but in that early hour everything looked new and large to me, even the little houses that yesterday had been so familiar.

The houses, when creatures went in and out of them, were merely conventional objects; in the soft gray morning they were themselves creatures.

Some stood up straight, and some leaned, and some looked as if they saw me.

And then over the dewy gardens rose the sun, and the light spread and grew over everything, till it shone on my bare feet.

And in my heart grew a great wonder, and I was ready to cry, my world was so strange and sweet about me.