If you cannot feel the color and quality,- the union of naïveté and art,- the refinement,- the infinite delicacy and tenderness - of this little poem ["Tombeor de Notre Dame"], then nothing will matter much to you; and if you can feel it, you can feel, without more assistance, the majesty of Chartres. (Henry Adams)

If you cannot feel the color and quality,- the union of naïveté and art,- the refinement,- the infinite delicacy and tenderness - of this little poem ["Tombeor de Notre Dame"], then nothing will matter much to you; and if you can feel it, you can feel, without more assistance, the majesty of Chartres.

Henry Adams

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