Imagination had done more for him than all his metaphysics.

So we give up our days to collating theory with theory, criticising, philosophising, till, one morning, we wake "and find life's summer past." What remedy?
What hope?
Why, a brace of rhymes! And then, in life, that miracle takes place which John of Halberstadt did by his magic.

We feel like a child; the world is new; every bit of life is run over and enchanted by the wild rose.
And in there breaks the sudden rose herself, Over us, under, round us every side, Nay, in and out the tables and the chairs And musty volumes, Boehme's book and all--Buries us with a glory, young once more, Pouring heaven into this shut house of life.
So come, the harp back to your heart again! I return, after this introduction, to Browning's doctrine of life as it is connected with the arts.

It appears with great clearness in _Easter-Day_.

He tells of an experience he had when, one night, musing on life, and wondering how it would be with him were he to die and be judged in a moment, he walked on the wild common outside the little Dissenting Chapel he had previously visited on Christmas-Eve and thought of the Judgment.