Classical Usage: Right before Jane meets Mr. Rochester for the first time as he takes a spill on the treacherous ice, she sits on the stile taking in peacefulness of the night. “That evening calm betrayed alike the tinkle of the nearest streams, the sough of the most remote.”
Classically Mad Usage: I’m going to have to work extra hard not to confuse this word with “slough” from Pilgrim’s Progress. In order to keep them straight I’ve written a little poem.
Would you like to take a trip to the zoo?
It must be more fun than a dip in the slough;
For there may be cats, I’ve seen one or two
And you know what a cat is bound to do.
He emits a sound that warrants a “Wow!”
Not like a owl, or even a cow,
The soft hum I speak of, is not the cat’s meow,
It’s her purr, which is only a sough.