Reflection of Browning and Rossetti

Reading the first two poems by Robert Browning were very touching. They seem to have a connection, and somewhat go together. They make me feel the romantics of the poem. His "Meeting at Night" is about his travels whilst on his way to meet his significant other. It is written in first person, his personal experience and feelings. The nature is described very well in this poem, letting the reader really feel for his surroundings. The first part of the poem really lets the reader know his travels and how he gets to wherever he will meet his lover and the last two lines describe when they finally meet."And a voice less loud, through its joys and fears, Than the two hearts beating each to each!" His next poem, "Parting at Morning" is about him leaving the woman, parting the next morning. The scenery is the beach he passed on the way to meet her. It seems to me that he truly loves this woman, but parting with her is a struggle. The line from his first poem "through its joys and fears" suggests that he cannot wait to meet with her because she is a wonderful person but fears meeting with her because he has to tell her something she will not want to hear. Then, he parts the very next morning. The sun is overlooking the mountains, producing a straight path of "gold" (sunlight illuminating the empty streets). The last line of that poem is very surprising. It says "And the need of a world of men for me." suggesting that he left the woman for a man. The last poem, "The Woodspurge" by Dante Gabriel Rossetti is about the authors depression. In this state, he undergoes an intense visual experience of of a woodspurge, a type of flower. The description in the poem is amazing at how the author describes him sitting down outside with his head drooped in his lap, in a clearly sad/depressed mood. "Between my knees my forehead was, --My lips, drawn in, said not Alas! My hair was over in the grass, My naked ears heard the day pass." There he picks his head up and looks at a group of ten weeds, specifically looking at one with three blossoms, three cups. From his grief, he realizes he needs no wisdom or memory to look at this flower, but just to accept the beauty of it in that moment for what it is. He doesn't need to know anything about it to see how many cups it has or even the memory to remember this experience, but it is just a beautiful visual experience to help rid him of his depression. Both authors write very well with descriptions of nature. It is beautiful and lovely poetry to read.