THE SHAKESPEARE MEMORIAL

     
     
           Lord Lilac thought it rather rotten
     That Shakespeare should be quite
     And therefore got on a Committee
     With several chaps out of the city.
     And Shorter and Sir Herbert Tree,
     Lord Rothschild and Lord Rosebery
     And F.C.G. and Comyns Carr,
     Two dukes and a dramatic star,
     Also a clergyman now dead;
     And while the vain world careless sped
     Unheeding the heroic name—
     The souls most fed with Shakespeare's flame
     Still sat unconquered in a ring,
     Remembering him like anything.
           Lord Lilac did not long remain.
     Lord Lilac did not come again.
     He softly lit a cigarette
     And sought some other social set
     Where, in some other knots or rings,
     People were doing cultured things,
     —Miss Zwilt's Humane Vivarium
     —The little men that paint on gum
     —The exquisite Gorilla Girl....
     He sometimes, in this giddy whirl
     (Not being really bad at heart),
     Remembered Shakespeare with a start—
     But not with that grand constancy
     Of Clement Shorter, Herbert Tree,
     Lord Rosebery and Comyns Carr
     And all the other names there are;
     Who stuck like limpets to the spot,
     Lest they forgot, lest they forgot.
           Lord Lilac was of slighter stuff;
     Lord Lilac had had quite enough.