The original now forms part of the Aldrich collection in the Historical Department of Iowa, U.S.A.
[52] The husband of Wilson, Mrs.Browning's maid.
[53] An odd commentary on this 'poem' may be found in Mrs.Orr's _Life of Robert Browning_, p.

219.
[54] See _Aurora Leigh_, p.

276: 'I found a house at Florence on the hill Of Bellosguardo.

'Tis a tower which keeps A post of double observation o'er That valley of Arno (holding as a hand The outspread city) straight toward Fiesole And Mount Morello and the setting sun, The Vallombrosan mountains opposite, Which sunrise fills as full as crystal cups Turned red to the brim because their wine is red.
No sun could die nor yet be born unseen By dwellers at my villa: morn and eve Were magnified before us in the pure Illimitable space and pause of sky, Intense as angels' garments blanched with God, Less blue than radiant.

From the outer wall Of the garden drops the mystic floating grey Of olive trees (with interruptions green From maize and vine), until 'tis caught and torn Upon the abrupt black line of cypresses Which signs the way to Florence.