Overhead The Tree-Tops Meet

Read 'Overhead The Tree-Tops Meet' by 'Robert Browning' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.

Overhead The Tree-Tops Meet by Robert Browning

 Overhead the tree-tops meet,
Flowers and grass spring 'neath one's feet;
There was nought above me, and nought below,
My childhood had not learned to know:
For what are the voices of birds
—Ay, and of beasts,—but words—our words,
Only so much more sweet?
The knowledge of that with my life begun!
But I had so near made out the sun,
And counted your stars, the Seven and One,
Like the fingers of my hand:
Nay, I could all but understand
Wherefore through heaven the white moon ranges,
And just when out of her soft fifty changes
No unfamiliar face might overlook me— 
Suddenly God took me!

Form: Lyric

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