Nothing is fair or good alone: that is to say fairness or beauty, and goodness depend upon relations between creatures; and so, in the end of the poem, after telling us how he learned this lesson by finding that the bird-song was not beautiful when away from its proper relation to the sky and the river and so on, we have this:-- "Then I said 'I covet truth; Beauty is unripe childhood's cheat; I leave it behind with the games of youth,' As I spoke, beneath my feet The ground-pine curled its pretty wreath, Running over the club-moss burs; I inhaled the violet's breath; Around me stood the oaks and firs; Pine cones and acorns lay on the ground; Over me soared the eternal sky, Full of light and of deity; Again I saw, again I heard The rolling river, the morning bird; Beauty through my senses stole, I yielded myself to the perfect whole." But again, here Mrs. Browning, speaking by the mouth of Adam in _The Drama of Exile_, so far identifies _beauty_ and _love_ as to make the former depend on the latter; insomuch that Satan, created the most beautiful of all angels, becomes the most repulsive of all angels from lack of _love_, though retaining all his original outfit of beauty. In _The Drama of Exile_, after Adam and Eve have become wise with the great lessons of grief, love and forgiveness, to them comes Satan, with such talk as if he would mock them back into their misery; but it is fine to see how the father of men now instructs the prince of the angels upon this matter of love and beauty. _Eve._--Speak no more with him, Beloved! it is not good to speak with him. Go from us, Lucifer, and speak no more! We have no pardon which thou dost not scorn, Nor any bliss, thou seest, for coveting, Nor innocence for staining. Being bereft, We would be alone. Go. _Luc._--Ah! ye talk the same, All of you--spirits and clay--go, and depart! In Heaven they said so; and at Eden's gate,-- And here, reiterant, in the wilderness. None saith, stay with me, for thy face is fair! None saith, stay with me, for thy voice is sweet! And yet I was not fashioned out of clay. Look on me, woman! Am I beautiful? _Eve._--Thou hast a glorious darkness. _Luc._--Nothing more? _Eve._--I think, no more.