And those portions of it which belong to Pippa herself, the most natural, easy and simplest portions, will be the sources of the greatest pleasure and the deepest thought.

Like Sordello's song, they will endure for the healing, comforting, exalting and impelling of the world.
I have written of her and of other parts of the poem elsewhere.

It only remains to say that nowhere is the lyric element in Browning's genius more delightfully represented than in this little piece of mingled song and action.

There is no better love-lyric in his work than You'll love me yet!--and I can tarry Your love's protracted growing; and the two snatches of song which Pippa sings when she is passing under Ottima's window and the Monsignore's--"The year's at the spring" and "Overhead the tree-tops meet"-- possess, independent of the meaning of the words and their poetic charm, a freshness, dewiness, morning ravishment to which it is difficult to find an equal.

They are filled with youth and its delight, alike of the body and the soul.