Vanished at Cock-Crow

Ambrose Bierce (1842–1914) · 1903

iambic pentameter · ABAB · 4 lines · from Shapes of Clay

"I've found the secret of your charm," I said,Expounding with complacency my guess.Alas! the charm, even as I named it, fled,For all its secret was unconsciousness.

Words in this poem

complacency n.
Calm contentment; satisfaction; gratification. [LL. complacentia: cf. F. complaisance. See Complacent, and cf. Complaisance.]

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

About this text

Vanished at Cock-Crow is in the public domain. This text is taken from Shapes of Clay (1903), Project Gutenberg ebook #12658; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Ambrose Bierce, Vanished at Cock-Crow, in Shapes of Clay (1903), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #12658, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/bierce-shapes-of-clay/vanished-at-cock-crow.html, id L28078.

Form and metre

Vanished at Cock-Crow is 4 lines in a single stanza. It rhymes ABAB. This poem did not settle on a metre of its own; the book it comes from is in iambic pentameter.

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Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.

Rhyme words, stanza by stanza

The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.

  1. 1 ABAB saidA · guessB · fledA · unconsciousnessB
Scansion, line by line

Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against iambic pentameter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
"I've found the secret of your charm," I said,10···/˘·····
Expounding with complacency my guess.10˘/˘·˘/˘˘··
Alas! the charm, even as I named it, fled,10˘/··/·····
For all its secret was unconsciousness.10···/˘··/˘˘

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