[Footnote 28: E.B.B to R.B., 26th May 1846. Cf. R.B., 13th Feb. 1846.]
She, on her part, united, as clever women in love so often do, with a woman’s more utter self-abasement a larger measure of critical penetration. The “poor tired wandering singer,” who so humbly took the hand of the liberal and princely giver, and who with perfect sincerity applied to herself his unconscious phrase—
“Cloth of frieze,
be not too bold
Though thou’rt
match’d with cloth of gold,”
“That, beloved, was written for me!"[29]—shows at the same time the keenest insight into the qualities of his work. She felt in him the masculine temper and the masculine range, his singular union of rough and even burly power with subtle intellect and penetrating music. With the world of society and affairs she had other channels of communication. But no one of her other friends—not Orion Horne, not even Kenyon—bridged as Browning did the gulf between the world of society and affairs, which she vaguely knew, and the romantic world of poetry in which she lived. If she quickened the need for lyrical utterance in him, he drew her, in his turn, into a closer and richer contact with common things. If she had her part in Christmas-Eve and Easter-Day, he had his, no less, in Aurora Leigh.
[Footnote 29: E.B.B. to R.B., 9th Jan. 1846.]