And the music of the flute came quick, rather brilliant like a call-note, or like a long quick message, half command. To her it was like a pure male voice--as a blackbird's when he calls: a pure male voice, not only calling, but telling her something, telling her something, and soothing her soul to sleep.

By descriptionari, June 30, 2012.

Found in Aaron's Rod, authored by D. H. Lawrence.