If Nature sees us in sorrow or in joy, she knows, in these few passages of Browning's poetry, or seems to know, that we mourn or rejoice, and if she could feel with us she would; but she cannot quite do so.

Like Ariel, she would be grieved with the grief of Gonzalo, were her affections human.
She has then a wild, unhuman, unmoral, unspiritual interest in us, like a being who has an elemental life, but no soul.

But sometimes she is made to go farther, and has the same kind of interest in us which Oberon has in the loves of Helena and Hermia.

When we are loving, and on the verge of such untroubled joy as Nature has always in her being, then she seems able, in Browning's poetry, actually to work for us, and help us into the fulness of our joy.

In his poem, _By the Fireside_, he tells how he and the woman he loved were brought to know their love.