"O Shelley! my companion and my friend,
Brother in golden song, is this the end?
Is this the guerdon for thy glorious thought,
Thy dreams of human freedom, lightning-fraught?
No larger honours from the world's chief city,
Save this half-hearted, slow and dull 'Committee'?
Where Names appear upon the muster-roll
But only Names that lack all visible soul;
Conspicuous by his absence, Tennyson,
The Horsham 'In Memoriam' doth shun;