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arches of the trifolium as with
wild creature cares or hermits'
cells, and represented in the
horizontal string courses and
window sills the strata of the
rocks; and opened the windows
into wide and lofty glades,
broken, as in forests, by the
tracery of stury and bough,
through which were seen not
the outer but the upper world
For they craved, as all true
artists crave, light and color;
and had the sky above been
one perpetual blue they might
have been content, to leave
their glass transparent. But
in our dark, dawks, norhern
clime, rain and snow storm,
black cloud and gray mist,
were all, they were like to
see outside for six months
of the year. So they took such
light and color as nature
gave in her few gayer woods,
glass windows, the hues of
noonday and sunset, purple
of the heather, gold of the