William Hope Hodgson,
The Night Land
“ IV THE HUSHING OF THE VOICE ("Dearest, thine own feet tread the world at night— Treading, as moon-flakes step across a dark— Kissing the very dew to holier light ... Thy Voice a song past mountains, which to hark Frightens my soul with an utter lost delight.") Now, one night, towards the end of the sixteenth hour, as I made ready to sleep, there came all about me the thrilling of the aether, as happened oft in those days; but the thrilling had a strange power in it; and in my soul the voice of Naani sounded plain, all within and about me. ”
