The rush upwards of the imaginative feeling dies slowly away; it is as evanescent as the Vision of the Palace, but it dies into another picture of humanity which even more deeply engages the human heart.

Browning sees the organ-loft now silent and dark, and the silent figure in it, alone and bowed over the keys.

The church is still, but aware of what has been.

The golden pipes of the organ are lost in the twilight and the music is over--all the double vision of the third heaven into which he has been caught has vanished away.

The form of the thing rightly fits the idea.