“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。
Icanfindroom，however，forbutoneexcerpt：