Balaustion's Adventure. Robert Browning

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       O' the play but is grown part now of my soul,

       Since the adventure. 'T is the poet speaks:

       But if I, too, should try and speak at times,

       Leading your love to where my love, perchance,

       Climbed earlier, found a nest before you knew—

       Why, bear with the poor climber, for love's sake!

       Look at Baccheion's beauty opposite.

       The temple with the pillars at the porch!

       See you not something beside masonry? 350

       What if my words wind in and out the stone

       As yonder ivy, the God's parasite?

       Though they leap all the way the pillar leads,

       Festoon about the marble, foot to frieze,

       And serpentiningly enrich the roof,

       Toy with some few bees and a bird or two—

       What then? The column holds the cornice up!