19. Not from the fault of the builder, though, For a pent-house properly projects 20. And all day long a bird sings there, And a stray sheep drinks at the pond at times; The place is silent and aware; It has had its scenes, its joys and crimes, 21. My perfect wife, my Leonor, Oh heart, my own, Oh eyes, mine too, 22. For it leads to a crag's sheer edge with them; St. 20. aware: self-conscious. St. 21. He digresses here, and does not return to the subject till the 31st stanza, "What did I say?—that a small bird sings." The path gray heads abhor: this verse and the following stanza are, with most readers, the crux of the poem; "gray heads" must be understood with some restriction: many gray heads, not all, abhor-gray heads who went along through their flowery youth as if it had no limit, and without insuring, in Love's true season, the happiness of their lives beyond youth's limit, “fife's safe hem,” which to cross without such insurance, is often fatal. And these, when they reach old age, shun retracing the path which led to the gulf wherein their youth dropped. Not they; age threatens and they contemn, Till they reach the gulf wherein youth drops, When, if I think but deep enough, You are wont to answer, prompt as rhyme; Response your soul seeks many a time, At first, 'twas something our two souls In each now on, the new stream rolls, St. 23. With me, the speaker continues, youth led — we are told whither, in St. 25, v. 4, "to an age so blest that, by its side, youth seems the waste instead." I will speak now: up to this point his reflections have been silent, his wife, the while, reading, mutely, by fire-light, his heart knows how, that is, with her heart Secretly responsive to his own. The mutual responsiveness of their hearts is expressed in St. 24. 27. Think, when our one soul understands 28. Oh I must feel your brain prompt mine, You must be just before, in fine, See and make me see, for your part, 29. But who could have expected this 30. Come back with me to the first of all, 31. What did I say?- that a small bird sings All day long, save when a brown pair Of hawks from the wood float with wide wings St. 28. "The conviction of the eternity of marriage meets us again and again in Browning's poems; e.g., Prospice, Any Wife to any Husband, The Epilogue to Fifine." The union between two complementary souls cannot be dissolved. 'Love is all, and Death is nought!" St. 31. Here he returns to the subject broken off at St. 21. Strained to a bell: 'gainst noonday glare You count the streaks and rings. 32. But at afternoon or almost eve 'Tis better; then the silence grows To that degree, you half believe It must get rid of what it knows, Its bosom does so heave. 33. Hither we walked then, side by side, And still I questioned or replied, While my heart, convulsed to really speak, Lay choking in its pride. 34. Silent the crumbling bridge we cross, And care about the fresco's loss, And wish for our souls a like retreat, And wonder at the moss. 35. Stoop and kneel on the settle under, Look through the window's grated square: Nothing to see! For fear of plunder, The cross is down and the altar bare, As if thieves don't fear thunder. 36. We stoop and look in through the grate, See the little porch and rustic door, Read duly the dead builder's date; Then cross the bridge that we crossed before, Take the path again - but wait! 37. Oh moment one and infinite! The water slips o'er stock and stone; How gray at once is the evening grown 38. We two stood there with never a third, 39. Oh, the little more, and how much it is! Or a breath suspend the blood's best play, St. 37, 38. "Mr. Browning's most characteristic feeling for nature appears in his rendering of those aspects of sky, or earth, or sea, of sunset, or noonday, or dawn, which seem to acquire some sudden and passionate significance; which seem to be charged with some spiritual secret eager for disclosure; in his rendering of those moments which betray the passion at the heart of things, which thrill and tingle with prophetic fire. When lightning searches for the guilty lovers, Ottima and Sebald [in Pippa Passes], like an angelic sword plunged into the gloom, when the tender twilight with its one chrysolite star, grows aware, and the light and shade make up a spell, and the forests by their mystery, and sound, and silence, mingle together two human lives forever [By the Fireside], when the apparition of the moon-rainbow appears gloriously after storm, and Christ is in his heaven [Christmas Eve], when to David the stars shoot out the pain of pent knowledge and in the grey of the hills at morning there dwells a gathered intensity [Saul], then nature rises from her sweet ways of use and wont, and shows herself the Priestess, the Pythoness, the Divinity which she is. Or rather, through nature, the Spirit of God addresses itself to the spirit of man."— Edward Dowden. |