When Browning died in 1889, he was regarded as a philosopher-poet who had made contributions to Victorian social and political discourse. Unusually for a poet, societies for the study of his work were founded while he was still alive. He was an English poet and playwright. Robert Browning had a flair for dramatic monologue which made him one of the foremost Victorian poets. His poems are known for their irony, characters, dark humor, while playing on social commentary and historical settings. Browning married the older poet Elizabeth Barrett in 1846.
I wonder do you feel to-day
As I have felt since, hand in hand,
We sat down on the grass, to stray
In spirit better through the land,
This morn of Rome and May?
For me, I touched a thought, I know,
Has tantalized me many times,
(Like turns of thread the spiders throw
Mocking across our path) for rhymes
To catch at and let go.
Help me to hold it! First it left
The yellowing fennel, run to seed
There, branching from the brickwork’s cleft,
Some old tomb’s ruin: yonder weed
Took up the floating wet,
Where one small orange cup amassed
Five beetles,–blind and green they grope
Among the honey-meal: and last,
Everywhere on the grassy slope
I traced it.