LLOYD MIFFLIN.
BROWNING’S VENICE
This is the loggia Browning loved,
High on the flank of the friendly town;
These are the hills that his keen eye roved,
The green like a cataract leaping down
To the plain that his pen gave new renown.
There to the West what a range of blue!—
The very background Titian drew
To his peerless Loves! O tranquil scene!