O Maytime Woods!

Madison Julius Cawein (1865–1914) · 1911

iambic pentameter · ABABA · 35 lines · from Poems

O Maytime woods! O Maytime lanes and hours!And stars, that knew how often there at nightBeside the path, where woodbine odors blewBetween the drowsy eyelids of the dusk,--When, like a great, white, pearly moth, the moonHung silvering long windows of your room,--I stood among the shrubs! The dark house slept.I watched and waited for--I know not what!--Some tremor of your gown: a velvet leaf'sUnfolding to caresses of the Spring:The rustle of your footsteps: or the dewSyllabling avowal on a tulip's lipsOf odorous scarlet: or the whispered wordOf something lovelier than new leaf or rose--The word young lips half murmur in a dream:

Serene with sleep, light visions weigh her eyes:And underneath her window blooms a quince.The night is a sultana who doth riseIn slippered caution, to admit a prince,Love, who her eunuchs and her lord defies.

Are these her dreams? or is it that the breezePelts me with petals of the quince, and liftsThe Balm-o'-Gilead buds? and seems to squeezeAroma on aroma through sweet riftsOf Eden, dripping through the rainy trees.

Along the path the buckeye trees beginTo heap their hills of blossoms.--Oh, that theyWere Romeo ladders, whereby I might winHer chamber's sanctity!--where dreams must prayAbout her soul!--That I might enter in!--

A dream,--and see the balsam scent eraseIts dim intrusion; and the starry nightConclude majestic pomp; the virgin graceOf every bud abashed before the white,Pure passion-flower of her sleeping face.

Words in this poem

rustle v. i.
To make a quick succession of small sounds, like the rubbing or moving of silk cloth or dry leaves. [AS. hristlan to rustle; or cf. Sw. rusta to stir, make a riot, or E. rush, v.]
sultana n.
The wife of a sultan; a sultaness. [It.]
slippered a.
Wearing slippers.
eden n.
The garden where Adam and Eve first dwelt; hence, a delightful region or residence. [Heb. eden delight, pleasure; also, a place of pleasure, Eden.]
dripping n.
A falling in drops, or the sound so made.
buckeye n.
A name given to several American trees and shrubs of the same genus (Æsculus) as the horse chestnut. The Ohio buckeye, or Fetid buckeye, is Æsculus glabra.
starry a.
Abounding with stars; adorned with stars.
conclude v. t.
To shut up; to inclose. [L. concludere, conclusum; con- + claudere to shut. See Close, v. t.]

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

About this text

O Maytime Woods! is in the public domain. This text is taken from Poems, Project Gutenberg ebook #7796; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Madison Julius Cawein, O Maytime Woods!, in Poems (1911), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #7796, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/cawein-poems/o-maytime-woods.html, id L10838.

Form and metre

O Maytime Woods! is 35 lines in 5 stanzas. The rhyme scheme is ABABA, complete in 4 of its 5 stanzas. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 89%). 95% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 10.0 syllables. 54% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

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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 --A-------A---- hours · night · blewA · dusk · moon · room · slept · what · leaf's · spring · dewA · lips · word · rose · dream
  2. 2 ABABA eyesA · quinceB · riseA · princeB · defiesA
  3. 3 ABABA breezeA · liftsB · squeezeA · riftsB · treesA
  4. 4 ABABA beginA · theyB · winA · prayB · inA
  5. 5 ABABA eraseA · nightB · graceA · whiteB · faceA
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
O Maytime woods! O Maytime lanes and hours!11·········/˘
And stars, that knew how often there at night10·····/˘···
Beside the path, where woodbine odors blew10˘/···/˘/˘·
Between the drowsy eyelids of the dusk,--10···/˘/····
When, like a great, white, pearly moth, the moon10·····/˘···
Hung silvering long windows of your room,--10·/˘˘·/˘···
I stood among the shrubs! The dark house slept.10··········
I watched and waited for--I know not what!--10···/˘·····
Some tremor of your gown: a velvet leaf's10·/˘····/˘·
Unfolding to caresses of the Spring:10˘/˘·˘/˘···
The rustle of your footsteps: or the dew10·/˘··/····
Syllabling avowal on a tulip's lips10/˘˘/˘··/˘·
Of odorous scarlet: or the whispered word10·/˘/˘··/˘·
Of something lovelier than new leaf or rose--11·/˘········
The word young lips half murmur in a dream:10·····/˘···
Serene with sleep, light visions weigh her eyes:10˘/···/˘···
And underneath her window blooms a quince.10··˘/·/˘···
The night is a sultana who doth rise10····˘/˘···
In slippered caution, to admit a prince,10·/˘/˘·˘/··
Love, who her eunuchs and her lord defies.10···/˘···˘/
Are these her dreams? or is it that the breeze10··········
Pelts me with petals of the quince, and lifts10···/˘·····
The Balm-o'-Gilead buds? and seems to squeeze10···˘/·····
Aroma on aroma through sweet rifts10˘/˘·˘/˘···
Of Eden, dripping through the rainy trees.10·/˘/˘··/˘·
Along the path the buckeye trees begin10˘/···/··˘/
To heap their hills of blossoms.--Oh, that they10·····/˘···
Were Romeo ladders, whereby I might win11·/˘·/˘·····
Her chamber's sanctity!--where dreams must pray10·/˘/˘˘····
About her soul!--That I might enter in!--10·······/˘·
A dream,--and see the balsam scent erase10·····/˘·˘/
Its dim intrusion; and the starry night10··˘/˘··/˘·
Conclude majestic pomp; the virgin grace10˘/˘/˘··/˘·
Of every bud abashed before the white,10·/˘·˘/····
Pure passion-flower of her sleeping face.10·/˘/˘··/˘·

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