People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.

And she shivered with a dazzled joy.

Henry's joy left him abruptly and he began anxiously to think about himself.

While the light remains,' said Carde, speaking slowly in his high deliberate voice, 'only do not forsake the joy of life. If you shall have given all your kisses, you will give too few. And as leaves fall from withered wreaths which you may see spread upon the cups and floating there, so for us, who now as lovers hope for so much, perhaps tomorrow's day will close the doom.