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Munby Munby Arthur Joseph ca. Copy portions of English Poetry on to a temporary, non commercial electronic database for temporary use or storage during research. Include portions of English Poetry, and concordances of single words and phrases: in any article in a printed journal, or in a single essay or contribution which forms part of a printed collection, or in any printed monograph or critical edition.
Benoni benoni Poems by Arthur J. Munby Munby Arthur Joseph viii, p. These, O friend, Thou also knewest haply, and didst love Unspeakably; so may their memories be Within thee as thou readest, smoothing down Thy crested soul to loving sympathy, Or meet forbearance, with a brother's thoughts— Thoughts not unlike all heartwrung melodies, Which ever keep some deeper sense below The graven words, and run like slender clues But faithful, through the labyrinthine life Of him who bears them; which all faintest thrills And gusts of feeling do suffice to move, That o'er the tense firm heart of manhood pass Unfelt, or graze some puny nerve and die; But, in the tender juicy-fibred home Of younger life, do strike it to the core, And pierce its very being thro', and warp Its onward course for evermore.
Out of the hush'd low valleys, and the dells Unseen, where we have lived,—out of the sphere Of calm accustom'd faces—characters Akin, and smoothen'd to a common type By intercourse,—out of the household ways And home delights and habits, which have shut In warm seclusion thro' their early growths Our delicate souls,—out of the days when all Our little thoughts and meagre knowledges Dwelt as in dreams, unconscious of themselves And full contented,—we arise, bewitch'd By the inarticulate voice of circumstance That will not be withstood, and plant our feet Upon the dizzy edges of the world.
Knowest thou what we feel? Didst ever wind With lazy eyes and unexpectant heart For many a league along some noiseless path, Thro' forest-glooms and hanging dark ravines And cloud-wreaths from the hills,—and suddenly, Turning some rocky barrier of the path, Burst on a broad and beautiful champaign, Swimming in sunlight, rich with waving corn And towns and farms and rivers,—where a glow Of balmy breaths steams upward, and beneath Rings with far music all the twinkling air?
