Read it through once

“In the eighth verse a sad thought of the banished music obtrudes-- ‘never to be again’. So wrapt was he in the emotions evoked, he had no time to think of what tones called them up, and now all is past and gone. His magic palace, unlike that of Solomon, has ‘melted into air, into thin air’, and, ‘like the baseless fabric of a vision’, only the memory of it is left. . . . And, depressed by this saddest of human experiences, . . .he turns away impatient from the promise of more and better, to demand from God the same-- the very same. Browning with magnificent assurance answers, ‘yes, you shall have the same’.