now my soul is sure
That thine is better comforted of scorn,
And looks down earthward in completer cure
Than when, in Santa Croce church forlorn
Of any corpse, the and hewer
Did pile the empty marbles as thy tomb.
That thine is better comforted of scorn,
And looks down earthward in completer cure
Than when, in Santa Croce church forlorn
Of any corpse, the and hewer
Did pile the empty marbles as thy tomb.
Elizabeth Browning
