The hands are among the most beautiful in existence, and the landscape, with its one tree and its fairy architecture, is a continual delight.

Among "Annunciations," as among pictures, it stands very high.

It has more of sophistication than most: the Virgin not only recognizes the honour, but the doom, which the painter himself foreshadows in the predella, where Christ is seen rising from the grave.

None of Fra Angelico's simple radiance here, and none of Fra Lippo Lippi's glorified matter-of-fact.

Here is tragedy.