And nobody calls you a dunce, And people suppose me clever; This could but have happened once, And we missed it, lost it forever. The theme is the dream and experience of two lovers. The speaker is married to a rich old lord, and her lover of other days, a sculptor, is "dubbed knight and an R. A." Stirred by her youthful dreams, or it may be by the meeting of her lover in society, or possibly in imagination,--as a queen of "_bals-pares_" would hardly talk to a "knight and an R. A." in this frank manner,--it is the woman who breaks forth suddenly with the dream of her old love-- "It once might have been, once only,"-- and relates the story of the days when they were both young students, she of singing and he of sculpture, and describes, or lightly caricatures, their experience. Is her laughter, as she goes on in such a playful mood describing the different events of their lives, an endeavor to conceal a hidden pain? Has she grown worldly minded, sneering at every youthful dream, even her own, or is she awakening from this worldly point of view to a realization at last of "life unfulfilled"? Browning, instead of an abstract discussion, presents in an artistic form an important truth, that he who lives for the world does not live at all. By introducing this woman to us in a serious attitude of mind, reflecting on the one hand a worldly mood, on the other the deep, abiding love of a true woman, he makes the desired impression. The last line throbs with deep emotion, and we feel how slowly and sadly she would acknowledge the failure of life: "And we missed it, lost it forever." Browning's "Caliban upon Setebos" furnishes a forcible illustration of the importance of the speaker and the necessity of preserving his character and point of view in the monologue. "'Will sprawl" begins a long parenthesis which implies the first intention of Caliban to lie flat in "the pit's much mire." He describes definitely the position he likes "in the cool slush." The words express Caliban's feelings at his noonday rest and the position he takes for enjoyment. He has not yet risen to the dignity of the consciousness of the ego. He does not use the pronoun "I" or the possessive "my." His verbs are impersonal,--"'Will sprawl," not "I will sprawl,"--and he "Talks to his own self, howe'er he please, Touching that other whom his dam called God." He lies down in this position to have a good "think" regarding his "dam's God, Setebos." Notice the continual recurrence of the impersonal "thinketh" without any subject. Here we have a most humorous but really profound meditation of such a creature with all the elements of "natural theology in the island." The subheading before the monologue, "Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such an one as thyself," indicates the current of Browning's ideas.