4. THE WINDOW GLASS
Against the dark glass shone like a flower the mouth of his beloved. But in vain he pressed lips of fire upon the panes—in vain!
“Then, since Love may not melt,” cried he, “shatter, O Death!”
God broke the window with His fist.
Against the dark glass shone like a flower the mouth of his beloved. But in vain he pressed lips of fire upon the panes—in vain!
“Then, since Love may not melt,” cried he, “shatter, O Death!”
God broke the window with His fist.