And his livelong and vain pursuit of this has wearied him so much that he has no strength left to realise earthly love.

Is it possible that she who now walks with him in the Campagna can give him in her love the peace of the infinite which he desires, and if not, why--where is the fault?
For a moment he seems to catch the reason, and asks his love to see it with him and to grasp it.
In a moment, like the gossamer thread he traces only to see it vanish, it is gone--and nothing is left, save Infinite passion, and the pain Of finite hearts that yearn.
Least of all is the woman left.

She has quite disappeared.

This is not a Love-poem at all, it is the cry of Browning's hunger for eternity in the midst of mortality, in which all the hunger for earthly love is burnt to dust.
The rest are chiefly studies of different kinds of love, or of crises in love; moments in its course, in its origin or its failure.

There are many examples in the shorter dramatic pieces, as _In a Balcony_; and even in the longer dramas certain sharp climaxes of love are recorded, not as if they belonged to the drama, but as if they were distinct studies introduced by chance or caprice.