It is a finished piece of art.
The second of these poems is the Epilogue to the volumes of _Men and Women_, entitled _One Word More_.

It also is a finished piece of art, carefully conceived, upbuilded stone by stone, touch by touch, each separate thought with its own emotion, each adding something to the whole, each pushing Browning's emotion and picture into our souls, till the whole impression is received.

It is full, and full to the brim, with the long experience of peaceful joy in married love.

And the subtlety of the close of it, and of Browning's play with his own fancy about the moon, do not detract from the tenderness of it; for it speaks not of transient passion but of the love of a whole life lived from end to end in music.
The last of these is entitled _Prospice_.

When he wrote it he had lost his wife.