See, they riseAnd the poet's recognition that the other's difficulty with language (gulls-girls) has made an enchantment of the ordinary.
As though we glimpsed them through a torn disguise—
Spellbound maidens, wild in flight, forsaken—
Some metamorphosis that Ovid missed...
Digression on language -- When Erin was little, she had lots of "idids" instead of ideas. However, if you do something with the idea, it becomes an "idid." A transformation, a metamorphosis. And Amelia would look at a waning or waxing moon and insist, "Mommy, the moon is broken!" I never see a crescent moon without thinking of Amelia. Bryce Eleanor loves "yogoat" -- a variation of yogurt that I love!
Ahhh, the humorous and poetic use of language by children. They are so good at it, and usually, only poets and writers retain the ability to use metaphoric, image-laden language as adults. By high school, so many children are limited to the ordinary, but I always had a few students who would stun me with their creative use of language. I was always a bit envious, as well as delighted, because although I have a deep appreciation of language, I never had great facility.
These things are ordinary, but I love them.
Do you have examples of different perceptions of beauty or imaginative language?