The Last Signal, (Oct. 11, 1886), a Memory of William Barnes

Thomas Hardy (1840–1928) · 1917

trochaic hexameter · 16 lines · from Moments of Vision and Miscellaneous Verses

SILENTLY I footed by an uphill roadThat led from my abode to a spot yew-boughed;Yellowly the sun sloped low down to westward,And dark was the east with cloud.

Then, amid the shadow of that livid sad east,Where the light was least, and a gate stood wide,Something flashed the fire of the sun that was facing it,Like a brief blaze on that side.

Looking hard and harder I knew what it meant—The sudden shine sent from the livid east scene;It meant the west mirrored by the coffin of my friend there,Turning to the road from his green,

To take his last journey forth—he who in his primeTrudged so many a time from that gate athwart the land!Thus a farewell to me he signalled on his grave-way,As with a wave of his hand.

Words in this poem

uphill adv.
Upwards on, or as on, a hillside; as, to walk uphill.
abode n.
Act of waiting; delay. [OE. abad, abood, fr. abiden to abide. See Abide. For the change of vowel, cf. abode, imp. of abide.]
amid prep.
In the midst or middle of; surrounded or encompassed by; among. [OE. amidde, amiddes, on midden, AS. on middan, in the middle, fr. midde the middle. The s is an adverbial ending, originally marking the genitive; the t is a la]

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

About this text

The Last Signal, (Oct. 11, 1886), a Memory of William Barnes 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.

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Form and metre

The Last Signal, (Oct. 11, 1886), a Memory of William Barnes is 16 lines in 4 stanzas of 4 lines each. The metre is trochaic hexameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 73%).

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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 ABAB roadA · boughedB · westwardA · cloudB
  2. 2 -A-A east · wideA · it · sideA
  3. 3 -A-A meant · sceneA · there · greenA
  4. 4 -A-A prime · landA · way · handA
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 trochaic hexameter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
SILENTLY I footed by an uphill road10/˘·/˘··//·
That led from my abode to a spot yew-boughed;11····˘/·····
Yellowly the sun sloped low down to westward,11·········/˘
And dark was the east with cloud.7·······
Then, amid the shadow of that livid sad east,12·˘/·/···/˘··
Where the light was least, and a gate stood wide,10··········
Something flashed the fire of the sun that was facing it,13/˘··/·····/˘·
Like a brief blaze on that side.7·······
Looking hard and harder I knew what it meant—11/˘··/˘·····
The sudden shine sent from the livid east scene;11·/˘····/˘··
It meant the west mirrored by the coffin of my friend there,14····/˘··/˘····
Turning to the road from his green,8/˘······
To take his last journey forth—he who in his prime12····/˘······
Trudged so many a time from that gate athwart the land!12··/·····˘/··
Thus a farewell to me he signalled on his grave-way,13···/···/˘····
As with a wave of his hand.7·······

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