To the Poet Before Battle

Ivor Gurney (1890–1937) · 1917

iambic pentameter · 14 lines · from Severn and Somme

NOW, youth, the hour of thy dread passion comes:Thy lovely things must all be laid away;And thou, as others, must face the riven dayUnstirred by rattle of the rolling drums,Or bugles’ strident cry. When mere noise numbsThe sense of being, the fear-sick soul doth sway,Remember thy great craft’s honour, that they may sayNothing in shame of poets. Then the crumbsOf praise the little versemen joyed to takeShall be forgotten: then they must know we are,For all our skill in words, equal in mightAnd strong of mettle as those we honoured; makeThe name of poet terrible in just war,And like a crown of honour upon the fight.

Words in this poem

strident a.
Characterized by harshness; grating; shrill. [L. stridens, -entis, p.pr. of stridere to make a grating or creaking noise.]
honour n.
Esteem due or paid to worth; high estimation; respect; consideration; reverence; veneration; manifestation of respect or reverence. [OE. honor, honour, onour, onur, OF. honor, onor, honur, onur, honour, onour, F. honneur, fr. L. honor, honos.]
shall v. i.
To owe; to be under obligation for. [OE. shal, schal, imp. sholde, scholde, AS. scal, sceal, I am obliged, imp. scolde, sceolde, inf. sculan; akin to OS. skulan, pres. skal, imp. skolda, D. zullen,]

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

About this text

To the Poet Before Battle is in the public domain. This text is taken from Severn & Somme, Project Gutenberg ebook #63895; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Ivor Gurney, To the Poet Before Battle, in Severn and Somme (1917), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #63895, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/gurney-severn-somme/to-the-poet-before-battle.html, id L02548.

Form and metre

To the Poet Before Battle is 14 lines in a single stanza. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 83%). 86% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 10.5 syllables. 50% 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 ABBAABBAC-DC-D comesA · awayB · dayB · drumsA · numbsA · swayB · sayB · crumbsA · takeC · are · mightD · makeC · war · fightD
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 pentameter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
NOW, youth, the hour of thy dread passion comes:10···/···/˘·
Thy lovely things must all be laid away;10·/˘·····˘/
And thou, as others, must face the riven day11···/˘···/˘·
Unstirred by rattle of the rolling drums,10···/˘··/˘·
Or bugles’ strident cry. When mere noise numbs10·/˘/˘·····
The sense of being, the fear-sick soul doth sway,10···/······
Remember thy great craft’s honour, that they may say12˘/˘···/˘····
Nothing in shame of poets. Then the crumbs10/˘···/˘···
Of praise the little versemen joyed to take11···/˘······
Shall be forgotten: then they must know we are,11··˘/˘······
For all our skill in words, equal in might10··/···/˘··
And strong of mettle as those we honoured; make11···/˘···/˘·
The name of poet terrible in just war,10···/˘/˘···
And like a crown of honour upon the fight.11·····/˘····

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