Lewti or the Circassian Love-Chaunt

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772–1834) · 1796–1817

iambic tetrameter · 83 lines · from Poems of Coleridge

At midnight by the stream I roved,To forget the form I loved.Image of Lewti! from my mindDepart; for Lewti is not kind.

The Moon was high, the moonlight gleamAnd the shadow of a starHeaved upon Tamaha's stream;But the rock shone brighter far,The rock half sheltered from my viewBy pendent boughs of tressy yew.--So shines my Lewti's forehead fair,Gleaming through her sable hair,Image of Lewti! from my mindDepart; for Lewti is not kind.

I saw a cloud of palest hue,Onward to the moon it passed;Still brighter and more bright it grew,With floating colours not a few,Till it reach'd the moon at last:Then the cloud was wholly bright,With a rich and amber light!And so with many a hope I seekAnd with such joy I find my Lewti;And even so my pale wan cheekDrinks in as deep a flush of beauty!Nay, treacherous image! leave my mind,If Lewti never will be kind.

The little cloud-it floats away,Away it goes; away so soon?Alas! it has no power to stay:Its hues are dim, its hues are grey--Away it passes from the moon!How mournfully it seems to fly,Ever fading more and more,To joyless regions of the sky--And now 'tis whiter than before!As white as my poor cheek will be,When, Lewti! on my couch I lie,A dying man for love of thee.Nay, treacherous image! leave my mind--And yet, thou didst not look unkind.

I saw a vapour in the sky,Thin, and white, and very high;I ne'er beheld so thin a cloud:Perhaps the breezes that can flyNow below and now above,Have snatched aloft the lawny shroudOf Lady fair--that died for love.For maids, as well as youths, have perishedFrom fruitless love too fondly cherished.Nay, treacherous image! leave my mind--For Lewti never will be kind.

Hush! my heedless feet from underSlip the crumbling banks for ever:Like echoes to a distant thunder,They plunge into the gentle river.The river-swans have heard my tread,And startle from their reedy bed.O beauteous birds! methinks ye measureYour movements to some heavenly tune!O beauteous birds! 'tis such a pleasureTo see you move beneath the moon,I would it were your true delightTo sleep by day and wake all night.

I know the place where Lewti liesWhen silent night has closed her eyes:It is a breezy jasmine-bower,The nightingale sings o'er her head:Voice of the Night! had I the powerThat leafy labyrinth to thread,And creep, like thee, with soundless tread,I then might view her bosom whiteHeaving lovely to my sight,As these two swans together heaveOn the gently-swelling wave.

Oh! that she saw me in a dream,And dreamt that I had died for care;All pale and wasted I would seemYet fair withal, as spirits are!I'd die indeed, if I might seeHer bosom heave, and heave for me!Soothe, gentle image! soothe my mind!To-morrow Lewti may be kind.

Words in this poem 17
depart v. i.
To part; to divide; to separate. [OE. departen to divide, part, depart, F. départir to divide, distribute, se départir to separate one's self, depart; pref. dé- (L. de) + partir to part, depart,]
tressy a.
Abounding in tresses. J. Baillie.
sable n.
A carnivorous animal of the Weasel family (Mustela zibellina) native of the northern latitudes of Europe, Asia, and America, -- noted for its fine, soft, and valuable fur. [OF. sable, F. zibeline sable (in sense 4), LL. sabellum; cf. D. sabel, Dan. sabel, zobel, Sw. sabel, sobel, G. zobel; all fr. Russ. sóbole.]
fading n.
An Irish dance; also, the burden of a song.
joyless a.
Not having joy; not causing joy; unenjoyable.
didst
, the 2d pers. sing. imp. of Do.
unkind a.
Having no race or kindred; childless. [See Kin kindred.]
vapour n.
Any substance in the gaseous, or aëriform, state, the condition of which is ordinarily that of a liquid or solid. [OE. vapour, OF. vapour, vapor, vapeur, F. vapeur, L. vapor; probably for cvapor, and akin to Gr. kvepti to breathe, smell, Russ. kopote fine soot. Cf. Vapid.]
lawny a.
Having a lawn; characterized by a lawn or by lawns; like a lawn.
fruitless a.
Lacking, or not bearing, fruit; barren; destitute of offspring; as, a fruitless tree or shrub; a fruitless marriage.
fondly adv.
Foolishly. Verstegan (1673).
beauteous a.
Full of beauty; beautiful; very handsome. [Mostly poetic] -- Beau"te*ous*ly, adv. --
methinks v.
It seems to me; I think. See Me. [AS. þyncan to seem, me þynceedh, me þuhte, OE. me thinketh, me thoughte; akin to G. dünken to seem, denken to think, and E. think. See Me, and Think.]
breezy a.
Characterized by, or having, breezes; airy.
soundless a.
Not capable of being sounded or fathomed; unfathomable.
withal adv.
With this; with that. [With + all.]
soothe v. t.
To assent to as true. Testament of Love. [Originally, to assent to as true; OE. so to verify, AS. ges to prove the truth of, to bear witness. See Sooth, a.]

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

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Form and metre

Lewti or the Circassian Love-Chaunt is 83 lines in 8 stanzas. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 92%). 98% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 8.0 syllables. 12 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 24% 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 --AA roved · loved · mindA · kindA
  2. 2 ABABCCDDEE gleamA · starB · streamA · farB · viewC · yewC · fairD · hairD · mindE · kindE
  3. 3 ABAABCCD-D-EE hueA · passedB · grewA · fewA · lastB · brightC · lightC · seekD · lewti · cheekD · beauty · mindE · kindE
  4. 4 ABAABCDCDECEFF awayA · soonB · stayA · greyA · moonB · flyC · moreD · skyC · beforeD · beE · lieC · theeE · mindF · unkindF
  5. 5 AABACBCDDEE skyA · highA · cloudB · flyA · aboveC · shroudB · loveC · perishedD · cherishedD · mindE · kindE
  6. 6 A-A-BBCDCDEE underA · ever · thunderA · river · treadB · bedB · measureC · tuneD · pleasureC · moonD · delightE · nightE
  7. 7 AABCBCCDD-- liesA · eyesA · bowerB · headC · powerB · threadC · treadC · whiteD · sightD · heave · wave
  8. 8 A-A-BBCC dreamA · care · seemA · are · seeB · meB · mindC · kindC
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
At midnight by the stream I roved,8·/······
To forget the form I loved.8·˘/····˘
Image of Lewti! from my mind8/˘······
Depart; for Lewti is not kind.8˘/······
The Moon was high, the moonlight gleam8·····/··
And the shadow of a star7··/····
Heaved upon Tamaha's stream;8·˘······
But the rock shone brighter far,7····/˘·
The rock half sheltered from my view8···/˘···
By pendent boughs of tressy yew.--8·/˘··/˘·
So shines my Lewti's forehead fair,8·····/˘·
Gleaming through her sable hair,7/˘··/˘·
Image of Lewti! from my mind8/˘······
Depart; for Lewti is not kind.8˘/······
I saw a cloud of palest hue,8·····/˘·
Onward to the moon it passed;8/˘·····˘
Still brighter and more bright it grew,8·/˘·····
With floating colours not a few,8·/˘/˘···
Till it reach'd the moon at last:7·······
Then the cloud was wholly bright,7····/˘·
With a rich and amber light!7····/˘·
And so with many a hope I seek8···/····
And with such joy I find my Lewti;9·········
And even so my pale wan cheek8·/˘·····
Drinks in as deep a flush of beauty!9·······/˘
Nay, treacherous image! leave my mind,8·/˘/˘···
If Lewti never will be kind.8···/˘···
The little cloud-it floats away,8·/˘···˘/
Away it goes; away so soon?8˘/··˘/··
Alas! it has no power to stay:8˘/···/··
Its hues are dim, its hues are grey--8········
Away it passes from the moon!8˘/·/˘···
How mournfully it seems to fly,8········
Ever fading more and more,7/˘/˘···
To joyless regions of the sky--8·/˘/˘···
And now 'tis whiter than before!8···/˘···
As white as my poor cheek will be,8········
When, Lewti! on my couch I lie,8········
A dying man for love of thee.8·/˘·····
Nay, treacherous image! leave my mind--8·/˘/˘···
And yet, thou didst not look unkind.8······˘/
I saw a vapour in the sky,8···/˘···
Thin, and white, and very high;7····/˘·
I ne'er beheld so thin a cloud:8··˘/····
Perhaps the breezes that can fly8˘/·/˘···
Now below and now above,7·······
Have snatched aloft the lawny shroud8··˘/·/˘·
Of Lady fair--that died for love.8·/˘·····
For maids, as well as youths, have perished9·······/˘
From fruitless love too fondly cherished.9·/˘··/˘/˘
Nay, treacherous image! leave my mind--8·/˘/˘···
For Lewti never will be kind.8···/˘···
Hush! my heedless feet from under8··/˘····
Slip the crumbling banks for ever:9··/˘˘··/˘
Like echoes to a distant thunder,9·/˘··/˘/˘
They plunge into the gentle river.9·····/˘/˘
The river-swans have heard my tread,8·/˘·····
And startle from their reedy bed.8·/˘··/˘·
O beauteous birds! methinks ye measure10·/˘˘·˘/·/˘
Your movements to some heavenly tune!8·/˘··/˘·
O beauteous birds! 'tis such a pleasure10·/˘˘····/˘
To see you move beneath the moon,8········
I would it were your true delight8······˘/
To sleep by day and wake all night.8········
I know the place where Lewti lies8········
When silent night has closed her eyes:8·/˘·····
It is a breezy jasmine-bower,9···/˘/˘/˘
The nightingale sings o'er her head:8·/˘˘····
Voice of the Night! had I the power9·······/˘
That leafy labyrinth to thread,8·/˘/˘···
And creep, like thee, with soundless tread,8·····/˘·
I then might view her bosom white8·····/˘·
Heaving lovely to my sight,7/˘/˘···
As these two swans together heave8····˘/˘·
On the gently-swelling wave.7··/˘/˘·
Oh! that she saw me in a dream,8········
And dreamt that I had died for care;8········
All pale and wasted I would seem8···/˘···
Yet fair withal, as spirits are!8··˘/·/˘·
I'd die indeed, if I might see8··˘/····
Her bosom heave, and heave for me!8·/˘·····
Soothe, gentle image! soothe my mind!8·/˘/˘···
To-morrow Lewti may be kind.8·/˘·····

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