Giovanni Pascoli,
Paulo Ucello — Chapter 6
(1915)
“ Barefoot he was, and clad in homely frieze. ‘Oh, naughty Paulo, brother mine,’ he cried, While yet afar: ‘doth it no longer please Thee, foolish one, to eat the crust of bread By mountain springs, in Poverty’s own fold, Who dwells on high, by God companioned? ”
