Una

Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–1882) · 1847

iambic tetrameter · AABB · 24 lines · from Poems

Roving, roving, as it seems,Una lights my clouded dreams;Still for journeys she is dressed;We wander far by east and west.

In the homestead, homely thought,At my work I ramble not;If from home chance draw me wide,Half-seen Una sits beside.

In my house and garden-plot,Though beloved, I miss her not;But one I seek in foreign places,One face explore in foreign faces.

At home a deeper thought may lightThe inward sky with chrysolite,And I greet from far the ray,Aurora of a dearer day.

But if upon the seas I sail,Or trundle on the glowing rail,I am but a thought of hers,Loveliest of travellers.

So the gentle poet's nameTo foreign parts is blown by fame,Seek him in his native town,He is hidden and unknown.

Words in this poem

homely a.
Belonging to, or having the characteristics of, home; domestic; familiar; intimate. [From Home, n.]
explore v. t.
To seek for or after; to strive to attain by search; to look wisely and carefully for. [L. explorare to explore; ex out+plorare to cry out aloud,prob. orig., to cause to flow; perh. akin to E. flow: cf. F. explorer.]
aurora n.
The rising light of the morning; the dawn of day; the redness of the sky just before the sun rises. [L. aurora, for ausosa, akin to Gr. ushas, and E. east.]

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

About this text

Una is in the public domain. This text is taken from Poems Household Edition, Project Gutenberg ebook #12843; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Ralph Waldo Emerson, Una, in Poems (1847), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #12843, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/emerson-poems/una.html, id L07449.

Form and metre

Una is 24 lines in 6 stanzas of 4 lines each. The rhyme scheme is AABB, complete in 3 of its 6 stanzas. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 93%). 98% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 7.5 syllables. 5 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 8% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

See other poems in iambic tetrameter.

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 AABB seemsA · dreamsA · dressedB · westB
  2. 2 --AA thought · not · wideA · besideA
  3. 3 AABB plotA · notA · placesB · facesB
  4. 4 AABB lightA · chrysoliteA · rayB · dayB
  5. 5 AA-- sailA · railA · hers · travellers
  6. 6 AA-- nameA · fameA · town · unknown
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
Roving, roving, as it seems,7/˘/˘···
Una lights my clouded dreams;7/˘··/˘·
Still for journeys she is dressed;8··/˘···˘
We wander far by east and west.8·/˘·····
In the homestead, homely thought,7··/·/˘·
At my work I ramble not;7····/˘·
If from home chance draw me wide,7·······
Half-seen Una sits beside.7··/˘·˘/
In my house and garden-plot,7····/˘·
Though beloved, I miss her not;8·˘/˘····
But one I seek in foreign places,9·····/˘/˘
One face explore in foreign faces.9··˘/·/˘/˘
At home a deeper thought may light8···/˘···
The inward sky with chrysolite,8·/˘··/˘˘
And I greet from far the ray,7·······
Aurora of a dearer day.8·····/˘·
But if upon the seas I sail,8········
Or trundle on the glowing rail,8·/˘··/˘·
I am but a thought of hers,7·······
Loveliest of travellers.7····/˘˘
So the gentle poet's name7··/˘/˘·
To foreign parts is blown by fame,8·/˘·····
Seek him in his native town,7····/˘·
He is hidden and unknown.7··/˘·˘/

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