One would think so from the question, "Since your business is to look for beautiful things, why can you not honestly acknowledge that this woman is the most beautiful thing in the whole world ?" Or we might imagine the questioned person to be a critic by profession as well as an artist.
Like the preceding poem this also is a picture.

But the next poem, also by Browning, is much more than a picture--it is very profound indeed, simple as it looks.

An old man is sitting by the dead body of a young girl of about sixteen.

He tells us how he secretly loved her, as a father might love a daughter, as a brother might love a sister.

But he would have wished, if he had not been so old, and she so young, to love her as a husband.