Edward Burne-Jones
A return to stained-glass grace

“I mean by a picture a beautiful, romantic dream of something that never was, never will be - in a light better than any light that ever shone - in a land no one can define or remember, only desire - and the forms divinely beautiful - and then I wake up, with the waking of Brynhild.” — Edward Burne-Jones, written to a friend.