The stamp of fashioning intelligence, or even of blind myth-making instinct, alienates and warns him off.

He climbs to no Olympus or Valhalla, he wanders through no Empyrean.

His rare divinities tread the visible and solid ground.

His Artemis "prologizes" to, his Herakles plays a part in, a human drama; and both are as frankly human themselves as the gods of Homer.

Shelley and Keats had rekindled about the faded forms of the Greek gods the elemental Nature-worship from which they had started; Apollo, Hyperion, are again glorious symbols of the "all-seeing" and all-vitalising Sun.
Browning, far from seeking to recover their primitive value, treats their legends, with the easy rationalism of Euripides or Ferishtah, as a mine of ethical and psychological illustration.