‘But what do the words mean?’ asked the wondering Mole. ‘That I do not know,’ said the Rat simply. ‘I passed them on to you as they reached me. Ah ! Now they return again, and this time full and clear ! This time, at last, it is the real, the unmistakable thing, simple--- passionate----perfect-----‘. ‘Well, let’s have it then,’ said the Mole, after he had waited patiently for a few minutes, half dozing in the hot sun. But no answer came. He looked, and understood the silence. With a smile of much happiness on his face, and something of a listening look still lingering there, the weary Rat was fast asleep.
from 'The Wind in the Willows' - Kenneth Grahame