We came then, the last children of Cerridwen,
daughters of Light and Darkness, and sons of Death.
We sought your presence on the wild hills of the North,
but in the loneliness, we found you not.
We sought your presence in the light of the East,
but in the mists of dawn, we discerned you not.
We sought your presence beneath the sun of the South,
but where shadows shrink, we could not see your face.
Then we sought your presence where the wind sleeps in the West,
but in the silence, we did not hear your voice.

Vivianne Crowley (1984)