A Musical

Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872–1906) · 1893–1905

common measure · 8 lines · from The Complete Poems

Outside the rain upon the street,The sky all grim of hue,Inside, the music-painful sweet,And yet I heard but you.

As is a thrilling violin,So is your voice to me,And still above the other strains,It sang in ecstasy.

Words in this poem

thrilling a.
Causing a thrill; causing tremulous excitement; deeply moving; as, a thrilling romance.

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

About this text

A Musical is in the public domain. This text is taken from The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar, Project Gutenberg ebook #18338; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Paul Laurence Dunbar, A Musical, in The Complete Poems (1893–1905), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #18338, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/dunbar-poems/a-musical.html, id L00841.

Form and metre

A Musical is 8 lines in 2 stanzas of 4 lines each. The metre is common measure, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 88%). 87% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 7.0 syllables. 1 line ends on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending.

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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 ABAB streetA · hueB · sweetA · youB
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 common measure. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
Outside the rain upon the street,8//······
The sky all grim of hue,6······
Inside, the music-painful sweet,8˘/·/˘/˘·
And yet I heard but you.6······
As is a thrilling violin,8···/˘˘˘/
So is your voice to me,6······
And still above the other strains,8·····/˘·
It sang in ecstasy.6···/˘˘

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