Reeds grew over the hole, and, as they bent before the wind which rustled through their leaves, they were heard to murmur. […] I see, I see it glimmering through a cloud. […] An electric thrill of fear shot through every vein, as, mindful of his new form, he bounded away through the forest. […] Straight through the bushes he strode, direct to the spot where she was seated. […] The Dreams which passed through the glittering gates of ivory were delusive, while those which passed through the homely gate of horn were destined to come true in the course of time.