Arthur Joseph Munby

“ Such fields, such valleys, the stupendous Alps,
Strong virgins of the desert, well may guard,
And freedom bless with rare tranquillity.
For these are women of heroic type,
The mothers of unconquerable men:
They are no timid darlings, who delight
To ape the unmeaning fashions of the rich,
Or, rich themselves, to frolic life away ”

“ Mature in age and strong of will,
To one who harps so plaintively?
I struck at him—why lives he still?
Why lives he still? Because the ruth
Of those pure days may never die:
He lives, because his name is Youth ”

“ Love that had made life, and sorrow that mars?
Sleep, sleep, Ellen, my little one—
Is she not like her, whenever she stirs?
Has she not eyes that will soon be as bright to me,
Lips that will some day be honey’d, like hers? ”