XXIV

A casement high and triple arch'd there was,

      All garlanded with carven imag'ries

      Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass,

      And diamonded with panes of quaint device,

      Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes,

      As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings;

      And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries,

      And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings,

A shielded scutcheon blush'd with blood of queens and kings.