"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.
Pages:
154
155
156
157
158
159
160
161
162
163
164
165
166
167
168
169
170
171
172
173
174
175
176
177
178