Lafcadio Hearn,
Two years in the French West Indies
“ How gray seem the words of poets in the presence is Nature!... The enormous silent poem of color and light— (you who know only the North do not know color, do not know light!) —of sea and sky, of the woods and the peaks, so far surpasses imagination as to paralyze it—mocking the language of admiration, defying all power of expression. That is before you which never can be painted or chanted, because there is no cunning of art or speech able to reflect it. Nature realizes your most hopeless ideals of beauty, even as one gives toys to a child. ”
