“Iyieldthegraveforthysake，andexchangeMynearsweetviewofheavenforearthwiththee!“
　　TheirPisanhomewasamidsacredassociations。ItwassituateinanoldpalazzobuiltbyVasari，withinsightoftheLeaningTowerandtheDuomo。There，inabsoluteseclusion，theywroteandplanned。
　　OnceandagaintheymadeapilgrimagetotheLanfranchiPalace“towalkinthefootstepsofByronandShelley“：occasionallytheywenttoVespersintheDuomo，andlistened，rapt，tothemusicwanderingspirallythroughthevastsolitarybuilding：oncetheywerefortunateinhearingtheimpressivemusicalmassforthedead，intheCampoSanto。
　　TheywereevenremindedoftenoftheirdistantfriendHorne，foreverytimetheycrossedoneofthechiefpiazzastheysawthestatueofCosimodeMedicilookingdownuponthem。
　　Inthisbeautifuloldcity，sofullofreposeasitlies“asleepinthesun，“
　　Mrs。Browning’shealthalmostleapt，soswiftwasheradvancetowardsvigour。
　　“Sheisgettingbettereveryday，“wroteherhusband，“stronger，betterwonderfully，andbeyondallourhopes。“
　　Thathappyfirstwintertheypassed“inthemostsecludedmanner，readingVasari，anddreamingdreamsofseeingVeniceinthesummer。“
　　ButearlyinApril，whentheswallowshadflowninlandabovethepinesofViareggio，andShelley’sfavouritelittleAziolawashootingsilverlyamongthehollowvalesofCarrara，thetwopoetspreparedtoleavewhatthefrailerofthemcalled“thisperchofPisa。“
　　Butwithallitscharmandhappyassociations，thelittlecitywasdull。
　　“Evenhumanfacesdivinearequite`rococo’withme，“
　　Mrs。Browningwrotetoafriend。ThechangetoFlorencewasawelcomeonetoboth。Browninghadalreadybeenthere，buttohiswifeitwasasthefulfilmentofadream。
　　Theydidnotatfirstgotothatromanticoldpalacewhichwillbeforeversociatewiththeauthorof“CasaGuidiWindows“，butfoundaccommodationinamorecentrallocality。
　　WhentheJuneheatscame，husbandandwifebothdeclaredforAncona，thepicturesquelittletownwhichdreamsoutupontheAdriatic。
　　Butthoughsoclosetothesea，Anconaisinsummertimealmostinsufferablyhot。InsteadoffindingitcoolerthanFlorence，itwasasthoughtheyhadleaptrightintoacauldron。
　　Alludingtoitmonthslater，Mrs。BrowningwrotetoHorne，“Theheatwasjustthefiercestfireofyourimagination，andISEETHEtothinkofitatthisdistance。“
　　Itwasamemorablejourneyallthesame。TheywenttoRavenna，andatfouro’clockonemorningstoodbyDante’stomb，moveddeeplybythepatheticinscriptionandbyalltheassociationsitevoked。
　　AllalongthecoastfromRavennatoLorettowasnewgroundtoboth，andendlesslyfascinating；inthepassingandrepassingoftheApenninestheyhad`wonderfulvisionsofbeautyandglory。’AtAnconaitself，notwithstandingtheheat，theyspentahappyseason。
　　HereBrowningwroteoneoftheloveliestofhisshortpoems，“TheGuardianAngel“，whichhaditsorigininGuercino’spictureinthechapelatFano。BytheallusionsinthesixthandeighthstanzasitisclearthatthepoemwasinscribedtoAlfredDomett，thepoet’swell-lovedfriendimmortalisedas“Waring“。
　　Doubtlessitwaswrittenfornootherreasonthantheurgencyofsong，forinitarethelovingallusionstohiswife，“MYangelwithmetoo，“
　　and“myloveishere。“Threetimestheywenttothechapel，hetellsusintheseventhstanza，todrinkintotheirsouls’contentthebeautyof“dearGuercino’s“picture。Browninghasrarelyutteredthepurelypersonalnoteofhisinnerlife。Itisthisthataffordsapeculiarvalueto“TheGuardianAngel“，overandaboveitstechnicalbeauty。
　　IntheconcludinglinesofthestanzasIamabouttoquotehegivesthesupremeexpressiontowhatwashisdeepestfaith，hisprofoundestsong-motive。
　　“IwouldnotlookupthitherpastthyheadBecausethedooropes，likethatchild，Iknow，ForIshouldhavethygraciousfaceinstead，ThoubirdofGod!AndwiltthoubendmelowLikehim，andlay，likehis，myhandstogether，Andliftthemuptopray，andgentlytetherMe，asthylambthere，withthygarment’sspread？
　　“Howsoonallworldlywrongwouldberepaired!
　　IthinkhowIshouldviewtheearthandskiesAndsea，whenonceagainmybrowwasbaredAfterthyhealing，withsuchdifferenteyes。
　　Oworld，asGodhasmadeit!Allisbeauty：
　　Andknowingthis，islove，andloveisduty。
　　Whatfurthermaybesoughtforordeclared？“
　　AftertheAdriaticcoastwasleft，theyhesitatedastoreturningtoFlorence，thedoctorshavinglaidsuchstressontheclimaticsuitabilityofPisaforMrs。Browning。Butshefeltsosureofherselfinhernewstrengththatitwasdecidedtoadventureuponatleastonewinterinthequeen-city。
　　TheywerefortunateinobtainingaresidenceintheoldpalacecalledCasaGuidi，intheViaMaggiore，overagainstthechurchofSanFelice，andhere，withafewbriefintervals，theylivedtilldeathseparatedthem。
　　Onthelittleterraceoutsidetherewasmorenobleversefashionedintheartist’screativesilencethanwecaneverbeawareof：
　　butwhatasacredplaceitmusteverbefortheloverofpoetry!
　　There，oneominoussultryeve，Browning，broodingoverthestoryofabygoneRomancrime，foreshadowed“TheRingandtheBook“，andthere，inthemanyyearshedweltinCasaGuidi，hewrotesomeofhisfinershorterpoems。There，also，“AuroraLeigh“wasborn，andmanyalyricfreshwiththedewofgenius。WhohasnotlookedattheoldsunwornhouseandfailedtothinkofthatnightwheneachsquarewindowofSanFelicewasaglowwithfestivallights，andwhenthesummerlightningsfellsilentlyinbroadflamefromcloudtocloud：orhasfailedtohear，downthenarrowstreet，alittlechildgosinging，’neathCasaGuidiwindowsbythechurch，`Obellaliberta，Obella!’
　　Bettereventhanthese，forhappydwellingupon，isthepoemthetwopoetslived。Morninganddaywerefullofwork，study，orthatpleasurableidlenesswhichfortheartistissooftenhisbestinspiration。Here，onthelittleterrace，theyusedtosittogether，orwalkslowlytoandfro，inconversationthatwasonlylesseloquentthansilence。HereonedaytheyreceivedaletterfromHorne。
　　ThereisnothingofparticularnoteinMrs。Browning’sreply，andyettherearenotafewofherpoemswewouldmissratherthanthesechancewordsdelicateoutlinesleftforthereadertofillin：
　　“Wewerereadingyourletter，together，onourlittleterrace
　　walkingupanddownreadingitImeanthelettertoRobert
　　andthen，attheend，suddenlyturning，lo，justattheedgeofthestones，justbetweenthebalustrades，andalreadyflutteringinabreathofwindandabouttoflyawayoverSanFelice’schurch，wecaughtaglimpseofthefeatherofanotetoE。B。B。Hownearweweretothelossofit，tobesure!“
　　Happierstillmusthavebeenthequieteveningsinlatespringandsummer，when，theoneshroudedagainstpossiblechills，theotherbare-headedandwithloosenedcoat，walkedslowlytoandfrointhedark，consciousof“abusyhumansense“below，butsolitaryontheirbalconybeyondthelamplitroom。
　　“Whileinandouttheterrace-plants，androundOnebranchoftalldatura，waxedandwanedThelamp-flyluredthere，wantingthewhiteflower。“
　　AnAmericanfriendhasputonrecordhisimpressionsofthetwopoets，andtheirhomeatthistime。HehadbeencalleduponbyBrowning，andbyhiminvitedtotaketeaatCasaGuidithesameevening。
　　Therethevisitorsaw，“seatedatthetea-tableofthegreatroomofthepalaceinwhichtheywereliving，averysmall，veryslightwoman，withverylongcurlsdroopingforward，almostacrosstheeyes，hangingtothebosom，andquiteconcealingthepale，smallface，fromwhichthepiercinginquiringeyeslookedoutsensitivelyatthestranger。
　　Risingfromherchair，sheputoutcordiallythethinwhitehandofaninvalid，andinafewmomentstheywerepleasantlychatting，whilethehusbandstrodeupanddowntheroom，joiningintheconversationwithavigour，humour，eagerness，andaffluenceofcuriouslorewhich，withhistrenchantthoughtandsubtlesympathy，makehimoneofthemostcharmingandinspiringofcompanions。“
　　Intheautumnthesamefriend，joinedbyoneortwootheracquaintances，wentwiththeBrowningstoVallombrosaforacoupleofdays，greatlytoMrs。Browning’sdelight，forwhomthenamehadhadapeculiarfascinationeversinceshehadfirstencountereditinMilton。
　　Shewasconveyedupthesteepwaytowardsthemonasteryinagreatbasket，withoutwheels，drawnbytwooxen：though，asshetellsMissMitford，shedidnotgetintothemonasteryafterall，sheandhermaidbeingturnedawaybythemonks“forthesinofwomanhood。“
　　Shewastoomuchofaninvalidtoclimbthesteeperheights，butlovedtolieunderthegreatchestnutsuponthehill-slopesneartheconvent。Attwilighttheywenttothelittleconvent-chapel，andthereBrowningsatdownattheorganandplayedsomeofthoseoldermelodieshelovedsowell。
　　Itis，strangelyenough，fromAmericansthatwehavethebestaccountoftheBrowningsintheirlifeatCasaGuidi：fromR。H。Stoddart，BayardTaylor，NathanielHawthorne，GeorgeStillmanHillard，andW。W。Story。
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