Oh, far beyond is the true splendour, the infinite source of awe and love which transcends her: No, for the purged ear apprehends Earth's import, not the eye late dazed: The Voice said "Call my works thy friends! At Nature dost thou shrink amazed?
God is it who transcends." All Browning is in that way of seeing the matter; but he forgets that he could see it in the same fashion while he still retained the imaginative outlook on the world of Nature.

And the fact is that he did do so in _Paracelsus_, in _Easter-Day_, in a host of other poems.

There was then no need for him to reduce to naked fact the glory with which young imagination clothed the world, in order to realise that God transcended Nature.

He had conceived that truth and believed it long ago.

And this explanation, placed here, only tells us that he had lost his ancient love of Nature, and it is sorrowful to understand it of him.
Finally, the main contentions of this chapter, which are drawn from a chronological view of Browning's treatment of Nature, are perhaps worth a summary.