The Young Glass-Stainer

A poem by Thomas Hardy

"These Gothic windows, how they wear me out
With cusp and foil, and nothing straight or square,
Crude colours, leaden borders roundabout,
And fitting in Peter here, and Matthew there!

"What a vocation! Here do I draw now
The abnormal, loving the Hellenic norm;
Martha I paint, and dream of Hera's brow,
Mary, and think of Aphrodite's form."

Nov. 1893.

Reader Comments

Tell us what you think of 'The Young Glass-Stainer' by Thomas Hardy

comments powered by Disqus

Home | Search | About this website | Contact | Privacy Policy