Phantastes - George MacDonald

"I wandered long, up and down the silent space: no songs came. My soul was not still enough for songs. Only in the silence of darkness of the soul's night, do those states of the inward firmament sink to its lower surface from the singing realms beyond, and shine upon the conscious spirit. Here all effort was unavailing. If they came not, they could not be found." Pg. 111.