Who sleeps,' she said, 'and, having drawn this way, The thrilling, solemn, proud, pathetic voice. He stretched his arms out toward the thrilling voice, -I take her as God made her, and as men Must fail to unmake her, for my honoured wife.' She never raised her eyes, nor took a step, Of whom you will not ever feel ashamed?' The thrilling, tender, proud, pathetic voice. He stepped on toward it, still with outstretched arms, To play his loudest gambol at my foot, To hold my finger in the public ways, Till none shall need inquire, Whose child is this,' She appeals to Aurora; and she too gives her verdict: "That Romney Leigh is honoured in his choice, "Her broad wild woodland eyes shot out a light; Not change thee!-Thee I do not thank at all: When he tried in vain Of soft, serene defiance,-as she knew He could not touch her, so was tolerant He had cared to try. She stood there with her great Drowned eyes, and dripping cheeks, and strange sweet sinile That lived through all, as if one held a light Across a waste of waters,-shook her head She renounces him on the grounds we have indicated; and we move on to where, after learning Romney's never-failing love and the greatness of his calamity, the floodgates of Aurora's passion are broken down: "No matter: let the truth Stand high; Aurora must be humble: no, Or else, of old, I had not looked so near To weights and measures, grudging you the power Betrayed the thing I saw, and wronged my own life For which I pleaded. Passioned to exalt The artist's instinct in me at the cost Of putting down the woman's,-I forgot No perfect artist is developed here From any imperfect woman. Flower from root, Which love is. Art is much, but love is more. And makes heaven. I, Aurora, fell from mine: A simple woman who believes in love, And owns the right of love because she loves, Forsooth, because the month was only May; Be faithless of the kind of proffered love, I am changed since then, changed wholly,-for indeed, The joy would set me like a star, in heaven, I loved you always, Romney. She who died Knows that; . . and Marian: I had known the same I should have died so, crushing in my hand Both rose and pain,-except for this great loss, You think, perhaps, I am not changed from pride, Though shrieked for by the shipwrecked,-O my Dark, While I go ever toward the wilderness,— I would that you could see me bare to the soul!— And not for Romney: he can stand alone; A man like him is never overcome: No woman like me, counts him pitiable While saints applaud him. He mistook the world: Was fatal. Romney,will you leave me here? I wept so? Did I drop against his breast, Or did his arms constrain me? Were my cheeks And which of our two large explosive hearts So shook me? That, I know not. There were words That broke in utterance.. melted, in the fire; Embrace, that was convulsion,.. then a kiss.. As long and silent as the ecstatic night, And deep, deep, shuddering breaths, which meant beyond Whatever could be told by word or kiss." She learns how he had ever loved her, since he, "A boy still, had been told the tale Of how a fairy-bride from Italy, With smells of oleanders in her hair, Was coming through the vines to touch his hand;" and how the very strength of his devotion, and the greatness of "But oh, the night! oh, bitter-sweet! oh, sweet! In some full wine-cup, over-brims the wine! Of some sublime inherited despair, A voice said, low and rapid as a sigh, Yet breaking, I felt conscious, from a smile, "Thank God, who made me blind, to make me see! Which rul'st for evermore both day and night! I flung closer to his breast, He accepts the limits that have been assigned him through A noble poem, and every where throughout it the poet shows greater than her work. Indeed, given a poem of certain excellence, and the degree in which it shows defectiveness in the interpretive faculty (in which we have described Mrs. Browning : as wanting) is but a measure of the higher order of personal qualities necessarily present in the poet; who by that very defectiveness is thrown back more than another on the resources of his own mind and nature. Mrs. Browning is conscientiously devoted to her art; it is no by-work to her, but the deliberately undertaken business of her life. There is no reason why she should not gain a much higher degree of artistic unity and simplicity than she now possesses. 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