It does not fit the thing he desires to illustrate, and it violates the sentiment of the scene he is describing, but its strangeness pleased his imagination, and he put it in without a question.

Alas, in after times, he only too often, both in the poetry of nature and of the human soul, hurried into his verse illustrations which had no natural relation to the matter in hand, just because it amused him to indulge his fancy.

The finished artist could not do this; he would hear, as it were, the false note, and reject it.
But Browning, a natural artist, never became a perfect one.
Nevertheless, as his poetry went on, he reached, by natural power, splendid description, as indeed I have fully confessed; but, on the other hand, one is never sure of him.

He is never quite "inevitable." The attempt at deliberate natural description in _Pauline_, of which I have now spoken, is not renewed in _Paracelsus_.

By the time he wrote that poem the movement and problem of the spirit of man had all but quenched his interest in natural scenery.