Thomas Hardy - The Young Gla**-Stainer lyrics

"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.