The windows were very high, and as the panes were red, blue, and yellow, the daylight shone through them in all sorts of singular colors.
Often at midnight she flies through the streets of the town, and looks in at the windows, then the ice freezes on the panes into wonderful shapes, that look like flowers and castles.
My rays glided over a little window in the wall, and I saw a painted face with the forehead pressed against the panes.
All that had ever happened in the world here lived and moved on the panes of glass, in pictures such as time alone could produce.
I could smell the violets, even while I was placing warm penny pieces against the frozen panes to make peep-holes, and a pretty view it was on which I peeped.
