In a Museum II

Thomas Hardy (1840–1928) · 1917

iambic trimeter · ABAB · 4 lines · from Moments of Vision and Miscellaneous Verses

Such a dream is Time that the coo of this ancient birdHas perished not, but is blent, or will be blendingMid visionless wilds of space with the voice that I heard,In the full-fugued song of the universe unending.

Words in this poem

blent p. p.
Blinded. Also (Chaucer), 3d sing. pres. Blindeth.
blending n.
The act of mingling.
visionless a.
Destitute of vision; sightless.

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

About this text

In a Museum II is in the public domain. This text is taken from Moments of Vision and Miscellaneous Verses, Project Gutenberg ebook #3255; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Thomas Hardy, In a Museum II, in Moments of Vision and Miscellaneous Verses (1917), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #3255, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/hardy-moments-of-vision/in-a-museum-ii.html, id L24105.

Form and metre

In a Museum II is 4 lines in a single stanza. It rhymes ABAB. This poem did not settle on a metre of its own; the book it comes from is in iambic trimeter.

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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 ABAB birdA · blendingB · heardA · unendingB
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 trimeter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
Such a dream is Time that the coo of this ancient bird13··········/˘·
Has perished not, but is blent, or will be blending12·/˘·······/˘
Mid visionless wilds of space with the voice that I heard,13·/˘˘·········
In the full-fugued song of the universe unending.13·······/˘·˘/˘

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