Misconceptions

Robert Browning

	I.

    This is a spray the Bird clung to,
      Making it blossom with pleasure,
    Ere the high tree-top she sprang to,
      Fit for her nest and her treasure.
      Oh, what a hope beyond measure
Was the poor spray's, which the flying feet hung to,---
So to be singled out, built in, and sung to!

	II.

    This is a heart the Queen leant on,
      Thrilled in a minute erratic,
    Ere the true bosom she bent on,
      Meet for love's regal dalmatic.<*1>
      Oh, what a fancy ecstatic
Was the poor heart's, ere the wanderer went on---
Love to be saved for it, proffered to, spent on!

* 1  A vestment used by ecclesiastics, and formerly
*    by senators and persons of high rank.

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