The City

John Drinkwater (1882–1937) · 1919

iambic trimeter · 13 lines · from Poems, 1908-1919

A shining city, oneHappy in snow and sun,And singing in the rainA paradisal strain....Here is a dream to keep,O Builders, from your sleep.

O foolish Builders, wake,Take your trowels, takeThe poet’s dream, and buildThe city song has willed,That every stone may singAnd all your roads may ringWith happy wayfaring.

Words in this poem

wayfaring a.
Traveling; passing; being on a journey.

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

About this text

The City is in the public domain. This text is taken from Poems, 1908-1919, Project Gutenberg ebook #51575; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: John Drinkwater, The City, in Poems, 1908-1919 (1919), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #51575, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/drinkwater-poems/the-city.html, id L23022.

Form and metre

The City is 13 lines in 2 stanzas. The metre is iambic trimeter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 96%).

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. 1 AABBCC oneA · sunA · rainB · strainB · keepC · sleepC
  2. 2 AABBCCC wakeA · takeA · buildB · willedB · singC · ringC · wayfaringC
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.

LineSyl.Stress
A shining city, one6·/˘/˘·
Happy in snow and sun,6/˘····
And singing in the rain6·/˘···
A paradisal strain....5·/˘˘·
Here is a dream to keep,6······
O Builders, from your sleep.6·/˘···
O foolish Builders, wake,6·/˘/˘·
Take your trowels, take5··/˘·
The poet’s dream, and build6·/˘···
The city song has willed,6·/˘···
That every stone may sing6·/˘···
And all your roads may ring6······
With happy wayfaring.5·/˘/˘

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