“We Sat at the Window”

Thomas Hardy (1840–1928) · 1917

iambic trimeter · ABACBDDC · 16 lines · from Moments of Vision and Miscellaneous Verses

WE sat at the window looking out,And the rain came down like silken stringsThat Swithin’s day. Each gutter and spoutBabbled unchecked in the busy wayOf witless things:Nothing to read, nothing to seeSeemed in that room for her and meOn Swithin’s day.

We were irked by the scene, by our own selves; yes,For I did not know, nor did she inferHow much there was to read and guessBy her in me, and to see and crownBy me in her.Wasted were two souls in their prime,And great was the waste, that July timeWhen the rain came down.

Words in this poem

witless a.
Destitute of wit or understanding; wanting thought; hence, indiscreet; not under the guidance of judgment.
infer v. t.
To bring on; to induce; to occasion. Harvey. [L. inferre to bring into, bring forward, occasion, infer; pref. in- in + ferre to carry, bring: cf. F. inférer. See 1 st Bear.]

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

About this text

“We Sat at the Window” 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

“We Sat at the Window” is 16 lines in 2 stanzas of 8 lines each. Every stanza rhymes ABACBDDC. This poem did not settle on a metre of its own; the book it comes from is in iambic trimeter.

See other poems in iambic trimeter.

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 ABACBDDC outA · stringsB · spoutA · wayC · thingsB · seeD · meD · dayC
  2. 2 ABACBDDC yesA · inferB · guessA · crownC · herB · primeD · timeD · downC
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
WE sat at the window looking out,9····/˘/˘·
And the rain came down like silken strings9······/˘·
That Swithin’s day. Each gutter and spout9·····/˘··
Babbled unchecked in the busy way9/˘˘/··/˘·
Of witless things:4·/˘·
Nothing to read, nothing to see8/˘··/˘··
Seemed in that room for her and me8········
On Swithin’s day.4····
We were irked by the scene, by our own selves; yes,11·······/···
For I did not know, nor did she infer10········˘/
How much there was to read and guess8········
By her in me, and to see and crown9·········
By me in her.4····
Wasted were two souls in their prime,8/˘······
And great was the waste, that July time9·······/·
When the rain came down.5·····

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