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  Whatis,dramatically,disastrousintheinstanceofMertounsinging“There’sawomanlikeadew-drop“,whenheoughttobeseekingMildred’spresenceinprofoundstealthandsilence,is,dramatically,electricallystartlinginthemouthofSebald,amongthegeraniumsoftheshutteredshrub-house,wherehehaspassedthenightwithOttima,whilehermurderedhusbandliesstarkintheadjoiningroom。

  Itmust,however,beborneinmindthatthisthrillingdramaticeffectisfullyexperiencedonlyinretrospection,orwhenthereisknowledgeofwhatistofollow。

  Aconclusiveobjectiontothedramaasanactableplayisthatthreeofthefourmainepisodesarefragmentary。WeknownothingofthefateofLuigi:wecanbutsurmisethefutureofJulesandPhene:

  weknownothoworwhenMonsignorwillseePipparighted。

  OttimaandSebaldreachahigherlevelinvoluntarydeaththantheyevercouldhavedoneinlife。

  Itisquiteunnecessary,here,todwelluponthisexquisiteflowerofgeniusindetail。EveryonewhoknowsBrowningatallknows“PippaPasses“。

  Itslyricshavebeenunsurpassed,forbirdlikespontaneityandararehighmusic,byanyotherVictorianpoet:itspoeticinsightissuchasnootherpoetthantheauthorof“TheRingandtheBook“

  and“TheInnAlbum“canequal。Itstechnique,moreover,issuperb。

  FromtheoutsetofthetremendousepisodeofOttimaandSebald,thereisanoteoftragicpowerwhichisalmostoverwhelming。

  WhohasnotknowwhatJakobBoehmecalls“theshudderofadivineexcitement“

  whenLuca’smurdererrepliestohisparamour,“morning?

  Itseemstomeanightwithasunadded。“

  Howdeepanote,again,istouchedwhenSebaldexclaims,inallusiontohismurderofLuca,thathewasso“wroughtupon“,thoughhere,itmaybe,thereisanunconsciousreminiscenceofthetenserandmoreculminativecryofOthello,“butbeingwrought,perplextintheextreme。“StillmoreprofoundatouchisthatwhereOttima,daringherlovertothe“onethingthatmustbedone;youknowwhatthing:

  Comeinandhelptocarry,“says,withaffectedlightsomeness,“Thisdustypanemightserveforlooking-glass,“andsimultaneouslyexclaims,asshethrowsthemrejectinglyfromhernervousfingers,“Three,four

  fourgreyhairs!“thenwithanalmostsublimecoquetryofhorrorturnsabruptlytoSebald,sayingwithavoicestrivingvainlytobeblithe

  “IsitsoyousaidAplaitofhairshouldwaveacrossmyneck?

  Nothisway。“

  Whohasnotbeenmovedbythetragicgrandeuroftheverse,aswellasbythedramaticintensityoftheepisodeofthelovers’“crowningnight“?

  “Ottima。Thedayofittoo,Sebald!

  Whenheaven’spillarsseemedo’erbowedwithheat,Itsblack-bluecanopysuffereddescendCloseonusboth,toweighdowneachtoeach,Andsmotherupalllifeexceptourlife。

  Solaywetillthestormcame。

  Sebald。Howitcame!

  Ottima。Buriedinwoodswelay,yourecollect;

  Swiftranthesearchingtempestoverhead;

  AndeverandanonsomebrightwhiteshaftBurnedthro’thepine-treeroof,hereburnedandthere,AsifGod’smessengerthro’theclosewoodscreenPlungedandreplungedhisweaponataventure,Feelingforguiltytheeandme:thenbrokeThethunderlikeawholeseaoverhead“

  Surelythereisnothinginallourliteraturemorepoignantlydramaticthanthisfirstpartof“PippaPasses“。ThestrainswhichPippasingshereandthroughoutareaspatheticallyfreshandfreeasathrush’ssongintheheartofabeleagueredcity,andaswiththesameunconsideredmagic。

  Thereissomethingofthemavis-note,liquidfallingtones,caughtupinamomentinjoyouscaprice,in“Giveherbutaleastexcusetoloveme!

  Whenwhere“

  Nooneofthesesongs,allacutelyapttothetimeandtheoccasion,hasamoreoverwhelmingeffectthanthatwhichinterruptsOttimaandSebaldattheperiloussummitoftheirsin,beyondwhichliesutterdarkness,behindwhichisthenarrowtwilitbackwardway。

  “Ottima。Binditthriceaboutmybrow;

  Crownmeyourqueen,yourspirit’sarbitress,Magnificentinsin。Saythat!

  Sebald。IcrownyouMygreatwhitequeen,myspirit’sarbitress,Magnificent……

  [FromwithoutisheardthevoiceofPIPPAsinging]

  Theyear’satthespring,Andday’satthemorn;

  Morning’satseven;

  Thehill-side’sdew-pearled;

  Thelark’sonthewing;

  Thesnail’sonthethorn:

  God’sinhisheaven

  All’srightwiththeworld!

  [PIPPApasses。]

  Sebald。God’sinhisheaven!Doyouhearthat?

  Whospoke?“

  ThissweetvoiceofPippareachestheguiltylovers,reachesLuigiinhistower,hesitatingbetweenloveandpatrioticduty,reachesJulesandPhenewhenallthehappinessoftheirunbornyearstremblesinthebalance,reachesthePrinceoftheChurchjustwhenhisconscienceissorebesetbyaseductivetemptation,reachesoneandallatacrucialmomentinthelifeofeach。

  Theethicallessonofthewholepoemissummedupin“AllserviceranksthesamewithGod

  WithGod,whosepuppets,bestandworst,Arewe:thereisnolastnorfirst,“

  andin“God’sinhisheaven

  All’srightwiththeworld!“

  “WithGodthereisnolustofGodhood,“saysRossettiin“HandandSoul“:

  `UndsoistderblaueHimmelgrosseralsjedesGewoelkdarin,unddauerhafterdazu,’meditatesJeanPaul:“Therecanbenothinggood,asweknowit,noranythingevil,asweknowit,intheeyeoftheOmnipresentandtheOmniscient,“utterstheOrientalmystic。

  Itisinterestingtoknowthatmanyofthenaturetoucheswereindirectlyduetothepoet’ssolitaryrambles,bydawn,sundown,and“dewyeve“,inthewoodeddistrictssouthofDulwich,atHatcham,anduponWimbledonCommon,whitherhewasoftenwonttowanderandtorambleforhours,andwherehecomposedonedaythewell-knownlinesuponShelley,withmanyanotherunrecordedimpulseofsong。Here,too,itwas,thatCarlyle,ridingforexercise,wasstoppedby`abeautifulyouth’,whointroducedhimselfasoneofthephilosopher’sprofoundestadmirers。

  ItwasfromtheDulwichwoodthat,oneafternooninMarch,hesawastormglorifiedbyadoublerainbowofextraordinarybeauty;

  amemorablevision,recordedinanutteranceofLuigitohismother:

  heretoothat,inautumnaldusks,hesawmanyacrescentmoonwith“notchedandburningrim。“Heneverforgotthebygone“sunsetsandgreatstars“hesawinthosedaysofhisfervidyouth。

  Browningremarkedoncethattheromanceofhislifewasinhisownsoul;

  andonanotheroccasionIheardhimsmilinglyadd,tosomeone’svagueassertionthatinItalyonlywasthereanyromanceleft,“Ah,well,IshouldliketoincludepooroldCamberwell!“

  Perhapshewasthinkingofhislinesin“PippaPasses“,ofthedayswhenthatmasterpiececameebullientfromthefountofhisgenius

  “May’swarmslowyellowmoonlitsummernights

  Gonearethey,butIhavetheminmysoul!“

  Thereisallthedistinctionbetween“PippaPasses“and“Sordello“

  thatthereisbetweentheVenusofMilosandagiganticThebanSphinx。

  Thelatteris,itistrue,proportionateinitsvastness;

  butthesymmetryofmerebulkisnotthe`symmetriaprisca’

  ofidealsculpture。Ihavealreadyalludedto“Sordello“

  asaderelictupontheoceanofpoetry。This,indeed,itstillseemstome,notwithstandingthewell-meaningsuasionofcertainadmirersofthepoemwhohavehoped“Ishoulddoitjustice,“therebymeaningthatIshouldeulogiseitasamasterpiece。Itisagiganticeffort,ofakind;soisthesustainedthroeofawrestlingTitan。

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