"The others cast themselves down upon the fragrant grass, but
Frodo stood awhile still lost in wonder. It seemed that he had stepped
through a high window that looked on a vanished world. A light was upon
it for which his language had no name. All that he saw was shapely, but
the shapes seemed at once clear cut, as if they had been first conceived
and drawn at the uncovering of his eyes, and ancient as if they had endured
for ever. He saw no colour but those he knew, gold and white and blue
and green, but they were fresh and poignant, as if he had at that moment
first perceived them and made for them names new and wonderful. In winter
here no heart could mourn for summer or for spring. No blemish or sickness
or deformity could be seen in anything that grew upon the Earth. On the
land of Lórien there was no stain."
Fellowship of the Ring by J.R.R. Tolkien