The Age of Gold

Madison Julius Cawein (1865–1914) · 1911

iambic tetrameter · ABABCC · 18 lines · from Poems

The clouds that tower in storm, that beatArterial thunder in their veins;The wildflowers lifting, shyly sweet,Their perfect faces from the plains,--All high, all lowly things of EarthFor no vague end have had their birth.

Low strips of mist that mesh the moonAbove the foaming waterfall;And mountains, that God's hand hath hewn,And forests, where the great winds call,--Within the grasp of such as seeAre parts of a conspiracy;

To seize the soul with beauty; holdThe heart with love: and thus fulfillWithin ourselves the Age of Gold,That never died, and never will,--As long as one true nature feelsThe wonders that the world reveals.

Words in this poem

shyly adv.
In a shy or timid manner; not familiarly; with reserve.
mesh n.
The opening or space inclosed by the threads of a net between knot and knot, or the threads inclosing such a space; network; a net. [AS. masc, max, m; akin to D. maas, masche, OHG. masca, Icel. möskvi; cf. Lith. mazgas a knot, megsti to weave nets, to knot.]
fulfill v. t.
To fill up; to make full or complete. [OE. fulfillen, fulfullen, AS. fulfyllan; ful full + fyllan to fill. See Full, a., and Fill, v. t.]

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

About this text

The Age of Gold 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, The Age of Gold, in Poems (1911), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #7796, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/cawein-poems/the-age-of-gold.html, id L10949.

Form and metre

The Age of Gold is 18 lines in 3 stanzas of 6 lines each. The rhyme scheme is ABABCC, complete in 2 of its 3 stanzas. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 89%). 99% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 8.0 syllables. 1 line ends on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 39% 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 ABABCC beatA · veinsB · sweetA · plainsB · earthC · birthC
  2. 2 ABAB-- moonA · waterfallB · hewnA · callB · see · conspiracy
  3. 3 ABABCC holdA · fulfillB · goldA · willB · feelsC · revealsC
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 tetrameter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
The clouds that tower in storm, that beat8···/····
Arterial thunder in their veins;8˘/˘/˘···
The wildflowers lifting, shyly sweet,8·/·/˘/˘·
Their perfect faces from the plains,--8·/·/˘···
All high, all lowly things of Earth8···/˘···
For no vague end have had their birth.8········
Low strips of mist that mesh the moon8········
Above the foaming waterfall;8···/˘/˘·
And mountains, that God's hand hath hewn,8·/˘·····
And forests, where the great winds call,--8·/˘·····
Within the grasp of such as see8········
Are parts of a conspiracy;8····˘/˘˘
To seize the soul with beauty; hold8·····/˘·
The heart with love: and thus fulfill8······˘/
Within ourselves the Age of Gold,8··˘/····
That never died, and never will,--8·/˘··/˘·
As long as one true nature feels8·····/˘·
The wonders that the world reveals.8·/˘···˘/

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