Spoils of the Dead

Robert Frost (1874–1963) · 1913

anapaestic dimeter · 40 lines · from A Boy's Will

TWO fairies it wasOn a still summer dayCame forth in the woodsWith the flowers to play.The flowers they pluckedThey cast on the groundFor others, and thoseFor still others they found.Flower-guided it wasThat they came as they ranOn something that layIn the shape of a man.The snow must have madeThe feathery bedWhen this one fellOn the sleep of the dead.But the snow was goneA long time ago,And the body he woreNigh gone with the snow.The fairies drew nearAnd keenly espiedA ring on his handAnd a chain at his side.They knelt in the leavesAnd eerily playedWith the glittering things,And were not afraid.And when they went homeTo hide in their burrow,They took them alongTo play with to-morrow.When you came on death,Did you not come flower-guidedLike the elves in the wood?I remember that I did.But I recognised deathWith sorrow and dread,And I hated and hateThe spoils of the dead.

Words in this poem

keenly adv.
In a keen manner.
eerily adv.
In a strange, unearthly way.
went n.
Course; way; path; journey; direction.

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

About this text

Spoils of the Dead is in the public domain. This text is taken from A Boy's Will, Project Gutenberg ebook #3021; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Robert Frost, Spoils of the Dead, in A Boy's Will (1913), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #3021, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/frost-boys-will/spoils-of-the-dead.html, id L04642.

Form and metre

Spoils of the Dead is 40 lines in a single stanza. The metre is anapaestic dimeter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 92%). 98% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 5.5 syllables. 3 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 60% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

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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-B-B-C-C-D-D-E-E-F-F-G-G-----HHH-H-H was · dayA · woods · playA · plucked · groundB · those · foundB · was · ranC · lay · manC · made · bedD · fell · deadD · gone · agoE · wore · snowE · near · espiedF · hand · sideF · leaves · playedG · things · afraidG · home · burrow · along · morrow · death · guidedH · woodH · didH · death · dreadH · hate · deadH
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 anapaestic dimeter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
TWO fairies it was5·/˘··
On a still summer day6···/˘·
Came forth in the woods5·····
With the flowers to play.5··/··
The flowers they plucked5·/˘··
They cast on the ground5·····
For others, and those5·/˘··
For still others they found.6··/˘··
Flower-guided it was5//˘··
That they came as they ran6······
On something that lay5·/˘··
In the shape of a man.6······
The snow must have made5·····
The feathery bed5·/˘˘·
When this one fell4····
On the sleep of the dead.6······
But the snow was gone5·····
A long time ago,5···˘/
And the body he wore6··/˘··
Nigh gone with the snow.5·····
The fairies drew near5·/˘··
And keenly espied4·/˘·
A ring on his hand5·····
And a chain at his side.6······
They knelt in the leaves5·····
And eerily played5·/˘˘·
With the glittering things,5··/˘·
And were not afraid.5···˘/
And when they went home5·····
To hide in their burrow,6····/˘
They took them along5···˘/
To play with to-morrow.6····/˘
When you came on death,5·····
Did you not come flower-guided7····//˘
Like the elves in the wood?6······
I remember that I did.7·˘/˘···
But I recognised death6··/˘··
With sorrow and dread,5·/˘··
And I hated and hate6··/˘··
The spoils of the dead.5·····

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