These two poets found, about the same time, the same idea, and, independently, shaped it into poems.

Tennyson put it into the form of a vision, the defect of which was that it was too far removed from common experience.

Browning put it into the story of a man's life.
Tennyson expressed it with extraordinary clearness, simplicity, and with a wealth of lovely ornament, so rich that it somewhat overwhelmed the main lines of his conception.

Browning expressed it with extraordinary complexity, subtlety, and obscurity of diction.

But when we take the trouble of getting to the bottom of _Sordello_, we find ourselves where we do not find ourselves in _The Palace of Art_--we find ourselves in close touch and friendship with a man, living with him, sympathising with him, pitying him, blessing him, angry and delighted with him, amazingly interested in his labyrinthine way of thinking and feeling; we follow with keen interest his education, we see a soul in progress; we wonder what he will do next, what strange turn we shall come to in his mind, what new effort he will make to realise himself; and, loving him right through from his childhood to his death, we are quite satisfied when he dies.