She reminded him, even more than was usual, of the faces of some of the women created by the painter of the Primavera. She had, at that moment, their downcast, heartbroken expression, which seems ready to succumb beneath the burden of a grief too heavy to be borne, when they are merely allowing the Infant Jesus to play with a pomegranate, or watching Moses pour water into a trough. He had seen the same sorrow once before on her face, but when, he could no longer say.
Madonna della Melagrana (Botticelli)
Trials of Moses (Botticelli)
