"Plunged at length in its twilight glooms I spied before me something with a shine standing between two of the stems. It had no colour but was like the translucent trembling of the hot air that rises in a radiant summer noon from the sun-baked ground vibrant like the smitten chords of a musical instrument. What it was grew no plainer as I went nearer and when I came close up I ceased to see it only the form and colour of the trees beyond seemed strangely uncertain. I would have passed between the stems but received a slight shock stumbled and fell. When I rose I saw before me the wooden wall of the garret chamber. I turned and there was the mirror on whose top the black eagle seemed but that moment to have perched."