In this refulgent summer, it has been a luxury to draw the breath of life.
grows, the buds burst, the meadow is spotted with fire and gold in the tint of flowers.
The air is full of birds, and sweet with the breath of the pine, the balm-of-Gilead, and
the new hay.
Night brings no gloom to the heart with its welcome shade. Through the
transparent darkness the stars pour their almost spiritual rays. Man under them seems a
young child, and his huge globe a toy.
The cool night bathes the world as with a river,
and prepares his eyes again for the crimson dawn. The mystery of nature was never
displayed more happily. The corn and the wine have been freely dealt to all creatures, and
the never-broken silence with which the old bounty goes forward, has not yielded yet one
word of explanation.
One is constrained to respect the perfection of this world, in which
our senses converse. How wide; how rich; what invitation from every property it gives to
every faculty of man!
Ralph Waldo Emerson - 'Divinity School Address', Harvard, July 15 1838
Refulgent means something like sparkling with reflected light.
Here in Newcastle upon Tyne for the past few weeks, we too have been enjoying a refulgent summer - and these words of Emerson's have come to mind more than once as I step outside.
(I try not to think of the fact that the rest of Emerson's address goes-on to advocate the most extreme, proto--Nietzschian and anti-Christian, subjectivism!)