📔 A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass

Quotes from this book

Before the Altar, bowed, he stands / With empty hands; / Upon it perfumed offerings burn / Wreathing with smoke the sacrificial urn. Not one of all these has he given, / No flame of his has leapt to Heaven / Firesouled, vermilion-hearted, / Forked, and darted,