Grotesque with wry-faced purgatorial shapes
Twisted through all its leaves and knotted vines;
And the grand, solemn window, rich with forms
Of showy saints in holyday array
Of green, gold, red, orange and violet,
With the pale Christ who towered above them all
Dropping a ruby splendor from his side.”
She told how “Odo—silly child! would try
To catch the window’s glare upon her neck,
Or her round arms,” and how “the flatterer vowed