“ThosewhohaveknownCasaGuidiasitwas，couldhardlyenterthelovedroomsnow，andspeakaboveawhisper。Theywhohavebeensofavoured，canneverforgetthesquareanteroom，withitsgreatpictureandpianoforte，atwhichtheboyBrowningpassedmanyanhour
　　thelittledining-roomcoveredwithtapestry，andwherehungmedallionsofTennyson，Carlyle，andRobertBrowningthelongroomfilledwithplaster-castsandstudies，whichwasMrs。Browning’sretreat
　　and，dearestofall，thelargedrawing-roomwhereSHEalwayssat。
　　Itopensuponabalconyfilledwithplants，andlooksoutupontheiron-greychurchofSantaFelice。Therewassomethingaboutthisroomthatseemedtomakeitaproperandespecialhauntforpoets。
　　Thedarkshadowsandsubduedlightgaveitadrearylook，whichwasenhancedbythetapestry-coveredwalls，andtheoldpicturesofsaintsthatlookedoutsadlyfromtheircarvedframesofblackwood。LargebookcasesconstructedofspecimensofFlorentinecarvingselectedbyMr。Browningwerebrimmingoverwithwise-lookingbooks。Tableswerecoveredwithmoregaily-boundvolumes，thegiftsofbrotherauthors。
　　Dante’sgraveprofile，acastofKeats’sfaceandbrowtakenafterdeath，apen-and-inksketchofTennyson，thegenialfaceofJohnKenyon，Mrs。Browning’sgoodfriendandrelative，littlepaintingsoftheboyBrowning，allattractedtheeyeinturn，andgaverisetoathousandmusings。Aquaintmirror，easy-chairsandsofas，andahundrednothingsthatalwaysaddanindescribablecharm，wereallmassedinthisroom。Butthegloryofall，andthatwhichsanctifiedall，wasseatedinalowarm-chairnearthedoor。
　　Asmalltable，strewnwithwritingmaterials，books，andnewspapers，wasalwaysbyherside……Afterherdeath，herhusbandhadacarefulwater-colourdrawingmadeofthisroom，whichhasbeenengravedmorethanonce。Itstillhangsinhisdrawing-room，wherethemirrorandoneofthequaintchairsabovenamedstillare。
　　Thelowarm-chairandsmalltableareinBrowning’sstudy
　　withhisfather’sdesk，onwhichhehaswrittenallhispoems。“
　　ToMr。andMrs。Hawthorne，Mr。Hillard，andMr。Story，inparticular，weareindebtedforseveraldelightfulglimpsesintothehome-lifeofthetwopoets。WecanseeMrs。Browninginher“idealchamber“，neitheralibrarynorasitting-room，butahappyblendingofboth，withthenumerousoldpaintingsinantiqueFlorentineframes，easy-chairsandlounges，carvedbookcasescrammedwithbooksinmanylanguages，bric-a-bracinanyquantity，butalwaysartistic，flowerseverywhere，andherselfthefrailestflowerofall。
　　Mr。HillardspeaksofthehappinessoftheBrownings’homeandtheirunionasperfect：he，fullofmanlypower，she，thetypeofthemostsensitiveanddelicatewomanhood。
　　Thismuch-esteemedfriendwasfascinatedbyMrs。Browning。
　　Againandagainhealludestoherexceedingspirituality：
　　“Sheisasouloffireenclosedinashellofpearl：“
　　herframe“thetransparentveilforacelestialandmortalspirit：“
　　andthosefinewordswhichprovethathetoowasofthebrotherhoodofthepoets，“Hertremulousvoiceoftenfluttersoverherwordsliketheflameofadyingcandleoverthewick。“
　　Withtheflower-tideofspringin1849cameanewhappinesstothetwopoets：
　　thesonwhowasbornonthe9thofMarch。TheboywascalledRobertWiedemannBarrett，thesecondname，inremembranceofBrowning’smuch-lovedmother，havingbeensubstitutedforthe“Sarianna“
　　wherewiththechild，ifagirl，wastohavebeenchristened。
　　Thereaftertheir“ownyoungFlorentine“wasanendlessjoyandpridetoboth：
　　andhewasdoublylovedbyhisfatherforhishavingbroughtarenewaloflifetoherwhoborehim。
　　Thatautumntheywenttothecountry，totheneighbourhoodofVallombrosa，andthentotheBagnidiLucca。Theretheywanderedcontentinchestnut-forests，andgatheredgrapesatthevintage。
　　EarlyintheyearBrowning’s“PoeticalWorks“werepublishedintwovolumes。
　　Someofthemostbeautifulofhisshorterpoemsaretobefoundtherein。
　　Whatanewnoteisstruckthroughout，whatrangeofsubjectthereis!
　　Amongthemall，arethereanymoretreasurablethantwoofthesimplest，“HomeThoughtsfromAbroad“and“NightandMorning“？
　　“Oh，tobeinEnglandNowthatApril’sthere，AndwhoeverwakesinEnglandSees，somemorning，unaware，ThatthelowestboughsandthebrushwoodsheafRoundtheelm-treeboleareintinyleaf，WhilethechaffinchsingsontheorchardboughInEnglandnow!
　　AndafterApril，whenMayfollows，Andthewhitethroatbuilds，andalltheswallows!
　　Hark，wheremyblossomedpear-treeinthehedgeLeanstothefieldandscattersonthecloverBlossomsanddewdropsatthebentspray’sedge
　　That’sthewisethrush；hesingseachsongtwiceover，LestyoushouldthinkhenevercouldrecaptureThefirstfinecarelessrapture!“
　　Amoresignificantnoteisstruckin“MeetingatNight“
　　and“PartingatMorning“。
　　Meeting。
　　Thegreyseaandthelongblackland；
　　Andtheyellowhalf-moonlargeandlow；
　　AndthestartledlittlewavesthatleapInfieryringletsfromtheirsleep，AsIgainthecovewithpushingprow，Andquenchitsspeedi’theslushysand。
　　Thenamileofwarmsea-scentedbeach；
　　Threefieldstocrosstillafarmappears；
　　Atapatthepane，thequicksharpscratchAndbluespurtofalightedmatch，Andavoicelessloud，throughitsjoysandfears，Thanthetwoheartsbeatingeachtoeach!
　　Parting。
　　Roundthecapeofasuddencamethesea，Andthesunlookedoverthemountain’srim：
　　Andstraightwasapathofgoldforhim，Andtheneedofaworldofmenforme。
　　Thefollowingwinter，whentheywereagainattheirFlorentinehome，Browningwrotehis“ChristmasEveandEasterDay“，thatremarkable`apologia’forChristianity，andclose-reasonedpresentationofthereligiousthoughtofthetime。Itis，however，forthisreasonthatitissowidelyknownandadmired：foritisevereasiertoattractreadersbydogmathanbybeauty，byintellectualargumentthanbytheseductionofart。Coincidently，Mrs。Browningwrotethefirstportionof“CasaGuidiWindows“。
　　Inthespringof1850husbandandwifespentashortstayinRome。
　　Ihavebeentoldthatthepoementitled`TwointheCampagna’
　　wasasactuallypersonalasthealreadyquoted“GuardianAngel“。
　　ButIdonotthinkstressshouldbelaidonthisandkindredlocalisations。
　　Exactornot，theyhavenoliteraryvalue。Tothepoet，thedramaticpoetaboveall，localityandactualityofexperienceare，sotosay，merelyfortunatecoignsofoutlook，forthewingedgeniustotemporallyinhabit。Totheimaginativemind，truthisnotsimplyactuality。
　　Asfor`TwointheCampagna’：itistoouniversallytruetobemerelypersonal。Thereisagulfwhichnottheprofoundestsearchcanfathom，whichnotthestrongest-wingedlovecanoverreach：
　　thegulfofindividuality。Itisthosewhohavelovedmostdeeplywhorecognisemostacutelythisalwayspatheticandoftenterrifyingisolationofthesoul。Nonesavetheweakcanbelieveintheabsoluteunionoftwospirits。Ifthisweredemonstratable，immortalitywouldbeapalpablefiction。Themomentindividualitycanlapsetofusion，thatmomentthetidehasebbed，thewindhasfallen，thedreamhasbeendreamed。Solongasthesoulremainsinviolateamidallshockoftimeandchange，solongisitimmortal。
　　Noman，nopoetassuredly，couldloveasBrowningloved，andfailtobeaware，oftenwithvagueangerandbitterness，nodoubt，ofthisinsuperableisolationevenwhenspiritseemedtoleaptospirit，inthetouchofakiss，intheevanishingsighofsomeoneorotherexquisitemoment。
　　Thepoemtellsushowthelovers，strayinghandinhandoneMaydayacrosstheCampagna，satdownamongtheseedinggrasses，contentatfirstintheidlewatchingofaspiderspinninghergossamerthreadsfromyellowingfenneltoothervagrantweeds。Allaroundthem“ThechampaignwithitsendlessfleeceOffeatherygrasseseverywhere!
　　Silenceandpassion，joyandpeace，Aneverlastingwashofair……
　　“Suchlifehere，throughsuchlengthofhours，Suchmiraclesperformedinplay，Suchprimalnakedformsofflowers，Suchlettingnaturehaveherway。“……
　　Letustoobeunashamedofsoul，thepoet-loversays，evenasearthliesbaretoheaven。Nothingistobeoverlooked。
　　Butallinvain：invain“Idrinkmyfillatyoursoul’ssprings。“
　　“JustwhenIseemedabouttolearn!
　　Whereisthethreadnow？offagain!
　　Theoldtrick!OnlyIdiscern
　　Infinitepassion，andthepainOffiniteheartsthatyearn。“
　　ItwasduringthisvisittoRomethatbothweregratifiedbytheproposalintheleadingEnglishliteraryweekly，thatthePoet-Laureateship，vacantbythedeathofWordsworth，shouldbeconferreduponMrs。Browning：
　　thoughbothrejoicedwhentheylearnedthatthehonourhaddevolvedupononewhomeachsoardentlyadmiredasAlfredTennyson。In1851avisitwaspaidtoEngland，notoneverymuchlookedforwardtobyMrs。Browning，whohadneverhadcausetoyearnforheroldhomeinWimpoleStreet，andwhocouldanticipatenoreconciliationwithherfather，whohadpersistentlyrefusedeventoopenherletterstohim，andhadforbiddenthementionofhernameinhishomecircle。
　　BayardTaylor，inhistravel-sketchespublishedunderthetitle“AtHomeandAbroad“，hasputonrecordhowhecalledupontheBrowningsoneafternooninSeptember，attheirroomsinDevonshireStreet，andfoundthemontheeveoftheirreturntoItaly。