“The drawing room curtains at Windy Corner had been pulled to meet, for
the carpet was new and deserved protection from the August sun. They
were heavy curtains, reaching almost to the ground, and the light that
filtered through them was subdued and varied. A poet—none was
present—might have quoted ‘Life like a dome of many coloured glass,’ or
might have compared the curtains to sluice-gates, lowered against the
intolerable tides of heaven. Without was poured a sea of radiance;
within, the glory, though visible, was tempered to the capacities of
man.”

—E.M. Forster, A Room with a View, 1911.