A Wail

Eugene Field (1850–1895) · 1905

iambic tetrameter · ABABCDCD · 32 lines · from Hoosier Lyrics

My name is Col. Johncey New,And by a hoosier's graceI have congenial work to doAt 12 St. Helen's place.I was as happy as a clamA-floating with the tide,Till one day came a cablegramTo me from t'other side.

It was a Macedonian cryFrom Benjy o'er the sea;"Come hither, Johncey, instantly,And whoop things up for me!"I could not turn a callous earUnto that piteous cry;I packed my grip, and for the pierDirectly started I.

Alas! things are not half so fairAs four short years ago--The clouds are gathering everywhereAnd boisterous breezes blow;My wilted whiskers indicateThe depth of my disgrace--Would I were back, enthroned in state,At 12 St. Helen's place!

The saddest words, as I'll allow,That drop from tongue or pen,Are these sad words I utter now:"They can't, shan't, won't have Ben!"So, with my whiskers in my hands,My journey I'll retrace,To wreak revenge on foreign landsAt 12 St. Helen's place.

Words in this poem

cablegram n.
A message sent by a submarine telegraphic cable.
macedonian a.
Belonging, or relating, to Macedonia.
boisterous a.
Rough or rude; unbending; unyielding; strong; powerful. [OE. boistous; of uncertain origin; cf. W. bwyst wild, savage, wildness, ferocity, bwystus ferocious.]
retrace v. t.
To trace back, as a line. [Pref. re- + trace: cf. F. retracer. Cf. Retract.]
wreak v. i.
To reck; to care.

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

About this text

A Wail is in the public domain. This text is taken from Hoosier Lyrics, Project Gutenberg ebook #36150; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Eugene Field, A Wail, in Hoosier Lyrics (1905), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #36150, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/field-poems/a-wail.html, id L11586.

Form and metre

A Wail is 32 lines in 4 stanzas of 8 lines each. The rhyme scheme is ABABCDCD, complete in 3 of its 4 stanzas. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 91%). 97% 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. 34% 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 ABABCDCD newA · graceB · doA · placeB · clamC · tideD · cablegramC · sideD
  2. 2 AB-BCACA cryA · seaB · instantly · meB · earC · cryA · pierC · iA
  3. 3 ABABCDCD fairA · agoB · everywhereA · blowB · indicateC · disgraceD · stateC · placeD
  4. 4 ABABCDCD allowA · penB · nowA · benB · handsC · retraceD · landsC · placeD
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
My name is Col. Johncey New,7·······
And by a hoosier's grace6···/˘·
I have congenial work to do8··˘/˘···
At 12 St. Helen's place.5··/˘·
I was as happy as a clam8···/˘···
A-floating with the tide,6·/˘···
Till one day came a cablegram8·····/˘·
To me from t'other side.7···˘/˘·
It was a Macedonian cry8····˘/˘·
From Benjy o'er the sea;6·/˘···
"Come hither, Johncey, instantly,8·/˘··/˘˘
And whoop things up for me!"6······
I could not turn a callous ear8·····/˘·
Unto that piteous cry;7···/˘˘·
I packed my grip, and for the pier8········
Directly started I.6˘/˘/˘·
Alas! things are not half so fair8˘/······
As four short years ago--6····˘/
The clouds are gathering everywhere8···/˘/˘·
And boisterous breezes blow;7·/˘˘/˘·
My wilted whiskers indicate8·/˘/˘/˘·
The depth of my disgrace--6····˘/
Would I were back, enthroned in state,8········
At 12 St. Helen's place!5··/˘·
The saddest words, as I'll allow,8·/˘···˘/
That drop from tongue or pen,6······
Are these sad words I utter now:8·····/˘·
"They can't, shan't, won't have Ben!"6······
So, with my whiskers in my hands,8···/˘···
My journey I'll retrace,6·/˘·˘/
To wreak revenge on foreign lands8··˘/·/˘·
At 12 St. Helen's place.5··/˘·

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