"The sun is out; I feel warm and happy; there is nothing in the world I need!" "You are beside me," he replied. "I love you, and we cannot go far apart. I smell you even when no wind stirs. You are sweetest when the dew has gone and left you moist and shiny." A little shiver of enjoyment quivered through her curving stem. His petals brushed her own. She answered: "Wet or fine, we stand together, and never stop staring at each other till we close our faces--" "In the long darkness. But even then we whisper as we grow--" "And open our eyes together at the same moment when the light comes back--" "And feel warm and soft, and smell more delicious than ever in the dawn." These two brave daisies, growing on the lawn, had lives of concentrated happiness, asking no pity for their humble station in the universe. All treated them with unadulterated respect, and everything made love to them because they were so tender and so easily pleased. They knew, for instance, that their splendid Earth was turning with them, for they felt the swerve of her, sharing from their roots upwards her gigantic curve through space; they knew the sun was part of them, because they felt it drawing their sweet-flavoured food up all their dainty length till it glowed in health upon their small, flushed faces; also they knew that streams of water made a tumbling fuss and sent them messages of laughter, because they caught the little rumble of it through miles of trembling ground. And some among them--though these were prophets and poets but half believed, and looked upon as partly mad and partly wonderful--affirmed that they felt the sea itself far leagues away, bending their heads this way and that for hours at a stretch, according to the thundering vibrations that the tide sent through the soil from distant shores. But all, from the tallest spread-head to the smallest button-face--all knew the pleasure of the uncertain winds; all knew the game of holding flying things just a moment longer, by fascinating them, by drowsing them into sleepiness, by nipping their probosces, or by puffing perfume into their nostrils while they caught their feet with the pressure of a hundred yellow rods....