**Stained Glass (Vitrail)**

*"This canopy has seen ladies and high barons*

*Sparkling with azure, gold, flame and mother-of-pearl,*

*To bow, under the august dexter which consecrates,*

*The pride of their crests and chaperones;*

*When they went, to the sound of horns or bugles,*

*With sword in hand, gyrfalcon or coronation,*

*Toward the plain or the woods, Byzantium or Saint-Jean d'Acre,*

*Leaving for the crusade or the flight of the herons*

*Today, the lords with the chatelaines,*

*With the greyhound to their long foals,*

*Lie on white and black marble tiles;*

*They lie there without voice, without gesture and without hearing, And with their stony eyes they look without seeing.*

*The ever-blooming stained-glass rose".*

*-- José-Maria de Heredia.*
