The Romance of a Watch

Eugene Field (1850–1895) · 1905

iambic tetrameter · ABAB · 20 lines · from Hoosier Lyrics

One day his father said to John:"Come here and see what I hev bought---A Waterbury watch, my son--It is the boon you long hev sought!"

The boy could scarcely believe his eyes--The watch was shiny, smooth an' slick--He snatched the nickel-plated prizeAn' wound away to hear it tick.

He wound an' wound, an' wound an' wound,An' kept a windin' fit to kill--The weeks an' months an' years rolled round,But John he kep' a windin', still!

As autumns came an' winters wentAn' summers follered arter spring,John didn't mind--he was intentOn windin' up that darned ol' thing.

He got to be a poor ol' man--He's bald an' deaf an' blind an' lame,But, like he did when he began,He keeps on windin', jest the same!

Words in this poem

boon n.
A prayer or petition. [OE. bone, boin, a petition, fr. Icel. b; akin to Sw. & Dan. b, AS. b, and perh. to E. ban; but influenced by F. bon good, fr. L. bonus. Ban, Bounty.]
shiny a.
Bright; luminous; clear; unclouded.
slick v. t.
To make sleek or smoth.
went n.
Course; way; path; journey; direction.
jest n.
A deed; an action; a gest. [OE. jeste, geste, deed, action, story, tale, OF. geste, LL. gesta, orig., exploits, neut. pl. from L. gestus, p. p. of gerere to bear, carry, accomplish, perfor]

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

About this text

The Romance of a Watch 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, The Romance of a Watch, in Hoosier Lyrics (1905), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #36150, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/field-poems/the-romance-of-a-watch.html, id L11625.

Form and metre

The Romance of a Watch is 20 lines in 5 stanzas of 4 lines each. The rhyme scheme is ABAB, complete in 4 of its 5 stanzas. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 88%). 98% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 8.1 syllables. 15% 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 -A-A john · boughtA · son · soughtA
  2. 2 ABAB eyesA · slickB · prizeA · tickB
  3. 3 ABAB woundA · killB · roundA · stillB
  4. 4 ABAB wentA · springB · intentA · thingB
  5. 5 ABAB manA · lameB · beganA · sameB
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
One day his father said to John:8···/˘···
"Come here and see what I hev bought---8········
A Waterbury watch, my son--8·/˘·˘···
It is the boon you long hev sought!"8········
The boy could scarcely believe his eyes--9···/˘˘/··
The watch was shiny, smooth an' slick--8···/˘···
He snatched the nickel-plated prize8···/˘/˘·
An' wound away to hear it tick.8··˘/····
He wound an' wound, an' wound an' wound,8········
An' kept a windin' fit to kill--8········
The weeks an' months an' years rolled round,8········
But John he kep' a windin', still!8········
As autumns came an' winters went8·/˘··/˘·
An' summers follered arter spring,8·/˘··/˘·
John didn't mind--he was intent8·/˘···˘/
On windin' up that darned ol' thing.8········
He got to be a poor ol' man--8········
He's bald an' deaf an' blind an' lame,8········
But, like he did when he began,8······˘/
He keeps on windin', jest the same!8········

The reader shows the same poem with its rhymes coloured and a stress row above each line, the notes beside their stanzas, and any word's definition on a tap; the analysis page takes the whole book apart. How every part of this site was made.

More by Eugene Field