Undersong

1926, C. S. Lewis (as Clive Hamilton), Dymer, Canto 4, stanza 1,in Walter Hooper (ed.) Narrative Poems, New York: Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, 1979, p. 36, Then the rain; Twelve miles of downward water like one dart, And in one leap were launched along the plain, To break the budding flower and flood the grain, And keep with dripping sound an undersong Amid the wheeling thunder all night long.

Accept the Off'ring I at diſtance bring, / With Harp ill-tun'd, and long thro' Age unſtrung, / Fit only to fill up ſome Under-ſong!

But th’ unceasing rill To the soft Wren or Lark’s descending trill Murmurs sweet undersong mid jasmin bowers.

To sit without emotion, hope, or aim, / By my half-kitchen my half-parlour fire, / And listen to the flapping of the flame, / Or kettle, whispering it's faint undersong.

1916, John Cowper Powys, “Oscar Wilde” in Suspended Judgments, New York: G. Arnold Shaw, p. 410, The mad smouldering lust which gives a sort of under-song of surging passion to the sophisticated sensuality of “Salome” …

Defective however and faulty must be the composition in prose, which you and I with all our study and attention cannot understand. In poetry it is not exactly so: the greater part of it must be intelligible to all: but in the very best there is often an undersong of sense, which none beside the poetical mind, or one deeply versed in its mysteries, can comprehend.

Here we see this most reticent and mannerly of poets [i.e. Elizabeth Bishop] being compelled by the undeniable impetus of her art to break with her usual inclination to conciliate the social audience. [...] she usually limited herself to a note that would not have disturbed the discreet undersong of conversation between strangers breakfasting at a seaside hotel.

Even if Boswell had never written the Life, we would remember Johnson’s personality, which is the undersong of everything he wrote and said.