In the hollows of quiet places may we meet,
In the quiet places where is neither moon nor sun,
but only the light as of amber and pale gold
that comes from the Hills of the Heart.
There, listen at times: there you will call, and I hear: there
will I whisper, and that whisper will come to you as dew is
gathered into the grass, at the rising of the moon.
Fiona Macleod from Silence of Amor