Under God's eyes they were bound as one,
Bell and Beaupré,
his beloved Dorothie,
a shining light in his heart.

So inspired by love was he
that he made her a window,
sunlight illuminating the stained glass,
colours dancing across stone halls.

The window, a display of their love,
their names joined in eternal embrace,
a love as fierce
as the fever that took him.

One day there, held in the warmth of her tender heart;
the next, entombed in the cold clasp of stone.
Foul plague stole his breath
and shattered his beloved's heart.