This is the power which above all endears him to us as a poet.
We feel in each poem not only the waves of the special event of which he writes, but also the large vibration of the ocean of humanity.
He was not unaware of this power of his.

We are told in _Sordello_ that he dedicated himself to the picturing of humanity; and he came to think that a Power beyond ours had accepted this dedication, and directed his work.

He declares in the introduction that he felt a Hand ("always above my shoulder--mark the predestination"), that pushed him to the stall where he found the fated book in whose womb lay his child--_The Ring and the Book_.

And he believed that he had certain God-given qualities which fitted him for this work.

These he sets forth in this introduction, and the self-criticism is of the greatest interest.
The first passage is, when he describes how, having finished the book and got into him all the gold of its fact, he added from himself that to the gold which made it workable--added to it his live soul, informed, transpierced it through and through with imagination; and then, standing on his balcony over the street, saw the whole story from the beginning shape itself out on the night, alive and clear, not in dead memory but in living movement; saw right away out on the Roman road to Arezzo, and all that there befell; then passed to Rome again with the actors in the tragedy, a presence with them who heard them speak and think and act.
The "life in him abolished the death of things--deep calling unto deep." For "a spirit laughed and leaped through his every limb, and lit his eye, and lifted him by the hair, and let him have his will" with Pompilia, Guido, Caponsacchi, the lawyers, the Pope, and the whole of Rome.