But even in that world the duchess will never settle down to a fixed life.

She will be, like some of us, a child of the wandering tribes of eternity.
This romantic passion which never dies even in our modern society, is embodied in the gipsy crone who, in rags and scarcely clinging to life, suddenly lifts into youth and queenliness, just as in a society, where romance seems old or dead, it springs into fresh and lovely life.

This is the heart of the poem, and it is made to beat the more quickly by the wretched attempt of the duke and his mother to bring back the observances of the Middle Ages without their soul.

Nor even then does Browning leave his motive.

The huntsman has heard the gipsy's song; he has seen the light on his mistress' face as she rode away--the light which is not from sun or star--and the love of the romantic world is born in him.