There is a certain poetic value, and that a genuine one, in this sense of having missed the full meaning of things.

There is beauty, not only in wisdom, but in this dazed and dramatic ignorance.
But in truth it is very difficult to keep pace with all the strange and unclassified artistic merits of Browning.

He was always trying experiments; sometimes he failed, producing clumsy and irritating metres, top-heavy and over-concentrated thought.

Far more often he triumphed, producing a crowd of boldly designed poems, every one of which taken separately might have founded an artistic school.

But whether successful or unsuccessful, he never ceased from his fierce hunt after poetic novelty.