Where the Forest Murmurs Quotes

“Who plays the Song of Songs upon the Hills of Dream? It is said Love is that need-player, for There is no song like his. But today I saw one, on these still garths of shadow and silence, who put a hollow reed to his lips and played a white spell of beauty. Then I knew Love and Sorrow to be one, as in the old myth of Oengus of the White Birds and The Grey Shadows.”
― Fiona Macleod, Where the Forest Murmurs : Nature Essays by Fiona Macleod