The Inn of the Star

Helen Gray Cone (1859–1934) · 1915

anapaestic dimeter · ABABCDCD · 32 lines · from A Chant of Love for England, and Other Poems

When the Old Year plods downToward the end of the hill,Where the white little townLies asleep, wonder-still,Then he mends his dull pace,For a ray, streaming far,Strikes a gleam on his faceFrom the Inn of the Star.

Then the staff is set by,And the shoon from his feet,And the burden let lie,And he sitteth at meat;Old jests round the board,Old songs round the blaze,While the faint bells accordLike the souls of old days.

In the sweet bed of peaceHe shall sleep for a night,And faith, like a fleece,Lap him kindly and light;Then the wind, crooning wild,Mystic music shall seem,And the brow of the ChildBe a light through his dream.

And we, too, follow downThe long slope of the hill:See, the white little town,Where it shines, wonder-still!Be our hopes quenched or bright,Be our griefs what they are,We shall sojourn a nightAt the Inn of the Star.

Words in this poem

streaming a.
Sending forth streams.
shall v. i.
To owe; to be under obligation for. [OE. shal, schal, imp. sholde, scholde, AS. scal, sceal, I am obliged, imp. scolde, sceolde, inf. sculan; akin to OS. skulan, pres. skal, imp. skolda, D. zullen,]
sojourn v. i.
To dwell for a time; to dwell or live in a place as a temporary resident or as a stranger, not considering the place as a permanent habitation; to delay; to tarry. [OE. sojornen, sojournen, OF. sojorner, sejorner, F. séjourner, fr. L. sub under, about + diurnus belonging to the day. See Journal, Diurnal.]

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

About this text

The Inn of the Star is in the public domain. This text is taken from A chant of love for England, and other poems, Project Gutenberg ebook #71425; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Helen Gray Cone, The Inn of the Star, in A Chant of Love for England, and Other Poems (1915), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #71425, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/cone-chant-for-england/the-inn-of-the-star.html, id L22082.

Form and metre

The Inn of the Star is 32 lines in 4 stanzas of 8 lines each. Every stanza rhymes ABABCDCD. The metre is anapaestic dimeter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 86%).

See other poems in anapaestic dimeter.

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 ABABCDCD downA · hillB · townA · stillB · paceC · farD · faceC · starD
  2. 2 ABABCDCD byA · feetB · lieA · meatB · boardC · blazeD · accordC · daysD
  3. 3 ABABCDCD peaceA · nightB · fleeceA · lightB · wildC · seemD · childC · dreamD
  4. 4 ABABCDCD downA · hillB · townA · stillB · brightC · areD · nightC · starD
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 anapaestic dimeter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
When the Old Year plods down6······
Toward the end of the hill,7·······
Where the white little town6···/˘·
Lies asleep, wonder-still,6·˘//˘·
Then he mends his dull pace,6······
For a ray, streaming far,6···/˘·
Strikes a gleam on his face6······
From the Inn of the Star.6······
Then the staff is set by,6······
And the shoon from his feet,6······
And the burden let lie,6··/˘··
And he sitteth at meat;6··/˘··
Old jests round the board,5·····
Old songs round the blaze,5·····
While the faint bells accord6····˘/
Like the souls of old days.6······
In the sweet bed of peace6······
He shall sleep for a night,6······
And faith, like a fleece,5·····
Lap him kindly and light;6··/˘··
Then the wind, crooning wild,6···/˘·
Mystic music shall seem,6/˘/˘··
And the brow of the Child6······
Be a light through his dream.6······
And we, too, follow down6···/˘·
The long slope of the hill:6······
See, the white little town,6···/˘·
Where it shines, wonder-still!6···/˘·
Be our hopes quenched or bright,6·/····
Be our griefs what they are,6·/····
We shall sojourn a night6··/˘··
At the Inn of the Star.6······

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