Mesmerism
All I believed is true!I am able yetAll I want, to getBy a method as strange as new:Dare I trust the same to you?
If at night, when doors are shut,And the wood-worm picks,And the death-watch ticks,And the bar has a flag of smut,And a cat's in the water-butt--
And the socket floats and flares,And the house-beams groan,And a foot unknownIs surmised on the garret-stairs,And the locks slip unawares--
And the spider, to serve his ends,By a sudden thread,Arms and legs outspread,On the table's midst descends,Comes to find, God knows what friends!--
If since eve drew in, I say,I have sat and brought(So to speak) my thoughtTo bear on the woman away,Till I felt my hair turn grey--
Till I seemed to have and hold,In the vacancy'Twixt the wall and me,From the hair-plait's chestnut goldTo the foot in its muslin fold--
Have and hold, then and there,Her, from head to footBreathing and mute,Passive and yet aware,In the grasp of my steady stare--
Hold and have, there and then,All her body and soulThat completes my whole,All that women add to men,In the clutch of my steady ken--
Having and holding, tillI imprint her fastOn the void at lastAs the sun does whom he willBy the calotypist's skill--
Then,--if my heart's strength serve,And through all and eachOf the veils I reachTo her soul and never swerve,Knitting an iron nerve--
Command her soul to advanceAnd inform the shapeWhich has made escapeAnd before my countenanceAnswers me glance for glance--
I, still with a gesture fitOf my hands that bestDo my soul's behest,Pointing the power from it,While myself do steadfast sit--
Steadfast and still the sameOn my object bent,While the hands give ventTo my ardour and my aimAnd break into very flame--
Then I reach, I must believe,Not her soul in vain,For to me againIt reaches, and past retrieveIs wound in the toils I weave;
And must follow as I require,As befits a thrall,Bringing flesh and all,Essence and earth-attireTo the source of the tractile fire:
Till the house called hers, not mine,With a growing weightSeems to suffocateIf she break not its leaden lineAnd escape from its close confine.
Out of doors into the night!On to the mazeOf the wild wood-ways,Not turning to left nor rightFrom the pathway, blind with sight--
Making thro' rain and windO'er the broken shrubs,'Twixt the stems and stubs,With a still, composed, strong mind,Nor a care for the world behind--
Swifter and still more swift,As the crowding peaceDoth to joy increaseIn the wide blind eyes upliftThro' the darkness and the drift!
While I--to the shape, I tooFeel my soul dilateNor a whit abate,And relax not a gesture due,As I see my belief come true.
For, there! have I drawn or noLife to that lip?Do my fingers dipIn a flame which again they throwOn the cheek that breaks a-glow?
Ha! was the hair so first?What, unfilleted,Made alive, and spreadThrough the void with a rich outburst,Chestnut gold-interspersed?
Like the doors of a casket-shrine,See, on either side,Her two arms divideTill the heart betwixt makes sign,Take me, for I am thine!
"Now--now"--the door is heard!Hark, the stairs! and near--Nearer--and here--"Now!" and at call the thirdShe enters without a word.
On doth she march and onTo the fancied shape;It is, past escape,Herself, now: the dream is doneAnd the shadow and she are one.
First I will pray. Do ThouThat ownest the soul,Yet wilt grant controlTo another, nor disallowFor a time, restrain me now!
I admonish me while I may,Not to squander guilt,Since require Thou wiltAt my hand its price one day!What the price is, who can say?
Words in this poem 15
- garret n.
- A turret; a watchtower. [OE. garite, garette, watchtower, place of lookout, OF. garite, also meaning, a place of refuge, F. guérite a place of refuge, donjon, sentinel box, fr. OF. gari]
- outspread v. t.
- To spread out; to expand; -- usually as a past part. or adj.
- vacancy n.
- The quality or state of being vacant; emptiness; hence, freedom from employment; intermission; leisure; idleness; listlessness. [Cf. F. vacance.]
- behest v. t.
- To vow. Paston.
- ardour n.
- Heat, in a literal sense; as, the ardor of the sun's rays. [L. ardor, fr. ardere to burn: cf. OF. ardor, ardur, F. ardeur.]
- retrieve n.
- A seeking again; a discovery. B. Jonson.
- tractile a.
- Capable of being drawn out in length; ductile. [L. trahere, tractum, to draw.]
- maze n.
- A wild fancy; a confused notion. [OE. mase; cf. OE. masen to confuse, puzzle, Norweg. masast to fall into a slumber, masa to be continually busy, prate, chatter, Icel. masa to chatter, dial. Sw.]
- pathway n.
- A footpath; a beaten track; any path or course. Also used figuratively.
- swifter v. t.
- To tighten, as slack standing rigging, by bringing the opposite shrouds nearer.
- uplift v. t.
- To lift or raise aloft; to raise; to elevate; as, to uplift the arm; to uplift a rock.
- whit n.
- The smallest part or particle imaginable; a bit; a jot; an iota; -- generally used in an adverbial phrase in a negative sentence. [OE. wight, wiht, AS. wiht a creature, a thing. See Wight, and cf. Aught, Naught.]
- outburst n.
- A bursting forth.
- betwixt prep.
- In the space which separates; between. [OE. betwix, bitwix, rarely bitwixt, AS. betweox, betweohs, betweoh, betwih; pref. be- by + a form fr. AS. twa two. See Between.]
- disallow v. t.
- To refuse to allow; to deny the force or validity of; to disown and reject; as, the judge disallowed the executor's charge. [Pref. dis- + allow: cf. OF. desalouer, desloer, to blame, dissuade.]
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
About this text
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Cite as: Robert Browning, Mesmerism, in Dramatic Lyrics (1842), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #4253, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/browning-dramatic-lyrics/mesmerism.html, id L03540.
Form and metre
Mesmerism is 135 lines in 27 stanzas of 5 lines each. The rhyme scheme is ABBAA, complete in 23 of its 27 stanzas. The metre is iambic trimeter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 84%). 95% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 6.3 syllables. 7 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 37% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.
See other poems in iambic trimeter.
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 ABBAA trueA · yetB · getB · newA · youA
- 2 ABBAA shutA · picksB · ticksB · smutA · buttA
- 3 ABBAA flaresA · groanB · unknownB · stairsA · unawaresA
- 4 ABBAA endsA · threadB · outspreadB · descendsA · friendsA
- 5 ABBAA sayA · broughtB · thoughtB · awayA · greyA
- 6 A--AA holdA · vacancy · me · goldA · foldA
- 7 A--AA thereA · foot · mute · awareA · stareA
- 8 ABBAA thenA · soulB · wholeB · menA · kenA
- 9 ABBAA tillA · fastB · lastB · willA · skillA
- 10 ABBAA serveA · eachB · reachB · swerveA · nerveA
- 11 ABBAA advanceA · shapeB · escapeB · countenanceA · glanceA
- 12 ABBAA fitA · bestB · behestB · itA · sitA
- 13 ABBAA sameA · bentB · ventB · aimA · flameA
- 14 ABBAA believeA · vainB · againB · retrieveA · weaveA
- 15 ABBAA requireA · thrallB · allB · attireA · fireA
- 16 ABBAA mineA · weightB · suffocateB · lineA · confineA
- 17 ABBAA nightA · mazeB · waysB · rightA · sightA
- 18 ABBAA windA · shrubsB · stubsB · mindA · behindA
- 19 ABBAA swiftA · peaceB · increaseB · upliftA · driftA
- 20 ABBAA tooA · dilateB · abateB · dueA · trueA
- 21 ABBAA noA · lipB · dipB · throwA · glowA
- 22 A--AA firstA · unfilleted · spread · outburstA · interspersedA
- 23 ABBAA shrineA · sideB · divideB · signA · thineA
- 24 ABBAA heardA · nearB · hereB · thirdA · wordA
- 25 -AABB on · shapeA · escapeA · doneB · oneB
- 26 ABBAA thouA · soulB · controlB · disallowA · nowA
- 27 ABBAA mayA · guiltB · wiltB · dayA · sayA
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 trimeter. How this is done.
| Line | Syl. | Stress |
|---|---|---|
| All I believed is true! | 7 | ··˘/˘·· |
| I am able yet | 5 | ··/˘· |
| All I want, to get | 5 | ····· |
| By a method as strange as new: | 8 | ··/˘···· |
| Dare I trust the same to you? | 7 | ······· |
| If at night, when doors are shut, | 7 | ······· |
| And the wood-worm picks, | 5 | ····· |
| And the death-watch ticks, | 5 | ····· |
| And the bar has a flag of smut, | 8 | ········ |
| And a cat's in the water-butt-- | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| And the socket floats and flares, | 7 | ··/˘··· |
| And the house-beams groan, | 5 | ····· |
| And a foot unknown | 5 | ···˘/ |
| Is surmised on the garret-stairs, | 8 | ·˘/··/˘· |
| And the locks slip unawares-- | 7 | ·····˘/ |
| And the spider, to serve his ends, | 8 | ··/˘···· |
| By a sudden thread, | 5 | ··/˘· |
| Arms and legs outspread, | 5 | ···˘/ |
| On the table's midst descends, | 7 | ··/˘·˘/ |
| Comes to find, God knows what friends!-- | 7 | ······· |
| If since eve drew in, I say, | 7 | ······· |
| I have sat and brought | 5 | ····· |
| (So to speak) my thought | 5 | ····· |
| To bear on the woman away, | 8 | ····/˘˘/ |
| Till I felt my hair turn grey-- | 7 | ······· |
| Till I seemed to have and hold, | 8 | ···˘···· |
| In the vacancy | 5 | ··/˘˘ |
| 'Twixt the wall and me, | 5 | ····· |
| From the hair-plait's chestnut gold | 7 | ····/·· |
| To the foot in its muslin fold-- | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| Have and hold, then and there, | 6 | ······ |
| Her, from head to foot | 5 | ····· |
| Breathing and mute, | 4 | /˘·· |
| Passive and yet aware, | 6 | /˘··˘/ |
| In the grasp of my steady stare-- | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| Hold and have, there and then, | 6 | ······ |
| All her body and soul | 6 | ··/˘·· |
| That completes my whole, | 5 | ·˘/·· |
| All that women add to men, | 7 | ··/˘··· |
| In the clutch of my steady ken-- | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| Having and holding, till | 6 | /˘·/˘· |
| I imprint her fast | 5 | ·˘/·· |
| On the void at last | 5 | ····· |
| As the sun does whom he will | 7 | ······· |
| By the calotypist's skill-- | 7 | ······· |
| Then,--if my heart's strength serve, | 6 | ······ |
| And through all and each | 5 | ····· |
| Of the veils I reach | 5 | ····· |
| To her soul and never swerve, | 7 | ····/˘· |
| Knitting an iron nerve-- | 6 | /˘·/˘· |
| Command her soul to advance | 7 | ˘/···˘/ |
| And inform the shape | 5 | ·˘/·· |
| Which has made escape | 5 | ···˘/ |
| And before my countenance | 7 | ····/˘˘ |
| Answers me glance for glance-- | 6 | /˘···· |
| I, still with a gesture fit | 7 | ····/˘· |
| Of my hands that best | 5 | ····· |
| Do my soul's behest, | 5 | ···˘/ |
| Pointing the power from it, | 7 | /˘·/˘·· |
| While myself do steadfast sit-- | 7 | ··/·/·· |
| Steadfast and still the same | 6 | /····· |
| On my object bent, | 5 | ··/˘· |
| While the hands give vent | 5 | ····· |
| To my ardour and my aim | 7 | ··/˘··· |
| And break into very flame-- | 7 | ····/˘· |
| Then I reach, I must believe, | 7 | ·····˘/ |
| Not her soul in vain, | 5 | ····· |
| For to me again | 5 | ···˘/ |
| It reaches, and past retrieve | 7 | ·/˘··˘/ |
| Is wound in the toils I weave; | 7 | ······· |
| And must follow as I require, | 9 | ··/˘··˘/˘ |
| As befits a thrall, | 5 | ·˘/·· |
| Bringing flesh and all, | 5 | /˘··· |
| Essence and earth-attire | 7 | /˘··˘/˘ |
| To the source of the tractile fire: | 9 | ·····/˘/˘ |
| Till the house called hers, not mine, | 8 | ····˘··· |
| With a growing weight | 5 | ··/˘· |
| Seems to suffocate | 5 | ··/˘· |
| If she break not its leaden line | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| And escape from its close confine. | 8 | ·˘/···˘/ |
| Out of doors into the night! | 7 | ······· |
| On to the maze | 4 | ···· |
| Of the wild wood-ways, | 5 | ····· |
| Not turning to left nor right | 7 | ·/˘···· |
| From the pathway, blind with sight-- | 7 | ··/···· |
| Making thro' rain and wind | 6 | /˘···· |
| O'er the broken shrubs, | 5 | ··/˘· |
| 'Twixt the stems and stubs, | 5 | ····· |
| With a still, composed, strong mind, | 8 | ···˘/˘·· |
| Nor a care for the world behind-- | 8 | ········ |
| Swifter and still more swift, | 6 | /˘···· |
| As the crowding peace | 5 | ··/˘· |
| Doth to joy increase | 5 | ···˘/ |
| In the wide blind eyes uplift | 7 | ·····/˘ |
| Thro' the darkness and the drift! | 7 | ··/˘··· |
| While I--to the shape, I too | 7 | ······· |
| Feel my soul dilate | 5 | ···˘/ |
| Nor a whit abate, | 5 | ···˘/ |
| And relax not a gesture due, | 8 | ·˘/··/˘· |
| As I see my belief come true. | 8 | ····˘/·· |
| For, there! have I drawn or no | 7 | ······· |
| Life to that lip? | 4 | ···· |
| Do my fingers dip | 5 | ··/˘· |
| In a flame which again they throw | 8 | ····˘/·· |
| On the cheek that breaks a-glow? | 7 | ······· |
| Ha! was the hair so first? | 6 | ······ |
| What, unfilleted, | 5 | ····· |
| Made alive, and spread | 5 | ·˘/·· |
| Through the void with a rich outburst, | 8 | ······/· |
| Chestnut gold-interspersed? | 7 | /···˘/˘ |
| Like the doors of a casket-shrine, | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| See, on either side, | 5 | ··/˘· |
| Her two arms divide | 5 | ···˘/ |
| Till the heart betwixt makes sign, | 7 | ···˘/·· |
| Take me, for I am thine! | 6 | ······ |
| "Now--now"--the door is heard! | 6 | ······ |
| Hark, the stairs! and near-- | 5 | ····· |
| Nearer--and here-- | 4 | /˘·· |
| "Now!" and at call the third | 6 | ······ |
| She enters without a word. | 7 | ·/˘···· |
| On doth she march and on | 6 | ······ |
| To the fancied shape; | 5 | ··/˘· |
| It is, past escape, | 5 | ···˘/ |
| Herself, now: the dream is done | 7 | ˘/····· |
| And the shadow and she are one. | 8 | ··/····· |
| First I will pray. Do Thou | 6 | ······ |
| That ownest the soul, | 5 | ····· |
| Yet wilt grant control | 5 | ···˘/ |
| To another, nor disallow | 8 | ·˘/˘··˘/ |
| For a time, restrain me now! | 7 | ···˘/·· |
| I admonish me while I may, | 8 | ·˘/˘···· |
| Not to squander guilt, | 5 | ··/˘· |
| Since require Thou wilt | 6 | ··/˘·· |
| At my hand its price one day! | 7 | ······· |
| What the price is, who can say? | 7 | ······· |
On this poem
"Mesmerism." With a continuous tension of will, whose unbroken concentration impregnates the very structure of the poem, a mesmerist describes the processes of the act by which he summons shape and soul of the woman he desires; and then reverent perception of the sacredness of the soul awes him from trespassing upon another's individuality.
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