Not Only In Wisdom

One of the strangest
of all human moods
is the mood
which will suddenly
strike us perhaps
in a garden
at night,
or deep in
sloping meadows,
the feeling that
every flower and leaf
has just uttered
something stupendously
direct and important,
and that we have
by a prodigy
of imbecility
not heard or
understood it.
There is a certain poetic value,
and that a
genuine one,
in this sense of having missed
the full meaning of things.
There is beauty, not only in wisdom,
but in this dazed and dramatic ignorance.
--G.K. Chesterson