The exquisite voice rose and fell in silvery cadence, the soft notes fluting out through the vast space and reaching straight to Amarilly's heart which was beating in unison to the music.
"Amarilly of Clothes-line Alley"
Belle K. Maniates
And in the rush of sun and glittering cloud That followed on the storm, he led the way, fluting the sodden circus through the crowd That trod the city streets in holiday.
"King Cole"
John Masefield
But still the fluting piped and men were fain To sing and ring the bells, they knew not why Save that their hearts were in an ecstasy.
"King Cole"
John Masefield