Homeward Bound XLIII

Heinrich Heine (1797–1856), translated by Emma Lazarus · 1881

common measure · 24 lines · from Poems and Ballads

In a dream I saw my sweetheart,A woman harassed with care;Faded, and haggard, and withered,The form that had bloomed so fair.

One child in her arms she carried,And one by the hand she led.And trouble and poverty plainlyIn her eyes and her raiment I read.

Across the square she tottered,And face to face we stood.She looked at me, and I spoke thenIn quiet but mournful mood.

"Come home with me to my dwelling,Thou art pale and ill, I think,And there, with unceasing labor,I will furnish thee meat and drink.

"And I will serve thee, and cherishThy children so wan and mild.And thyself more dearly than any,Thou poor, unhappy child.

"Nor will I vex thee by tellingThe love that burns in my breast;And I will weep when thou diestOver thy place of rest."

Words in this poem

haggard a.
Wild or intractable; disposed to break away from duty; untamed; as, a haggard or refractory hawk. Shak [F. hagard; of German origin, and prop. meaning, of the hegde or woods, wild, untamed. See Hedge, 1st Haw, and -ard.]
spoke n.
The radius or ray of a wheel; one of the small bars which are inserted in the hub, or nave, and which serve to support the rim or felly. [OE. spoke, spake, AS, spaca; akin to D. speek, LG. speke, OHG. speihha, G. speiche. sq. root170. Cf. Spike a nail.]

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

About this text

Homeward Bound XLIII is in the public domain. This text is taken from Poems and Ballads, Project Gutenberg ebook #31726, the Emma Lazarus translation; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Heinrich Heine, Homeward Bound XLIII, in Poems and Ballads (1881), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #31726, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/heine-poems-ballads/homeward-bound-xliii.html, id L15369.

Form and metre

Homeward Bound XLIII is 24 lines in 6 stanzas of 4 lines each. The metre is common measure, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 79%). 92% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 7.6 syllables. 9 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 21% 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 sweetheart · careA · withered · fairA
  2. 2 AA-A carriedA · ledA · plainly · readA
  3. 3 AA-A totteredA · stoodA · then · moodA
  4. 4 -A-A dwelling · thinkA · labor · drinkA
  5. 5 -A-A cherish · mildA · any · childA
  6. 6 -AAA telling · breastA · diestA · restA
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 common measure. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
In a dream I saw my sweetheart,8······/·
A woman harassed with care;8·/˘˘/˘··
Faded, and haggard, and withered,8/˘·/˘·/˘
The form that had bloomed so fair.8·····˘··
One child in her arms she carried,8······/˘
And one by the hand she led.7·······
And trouble and poverty plainly9·/˘·/˘˘/˘
In her eyes and her raiment I read.9·····/˘··
Across the square she tottered,8˘/···/˘˘
And face to face we stood.6······
She looked at me, and I spoke then8········
In quiet but mournful mood.7·/˘·/˘·
"Come home with me to my dwelling,8······/˘
Thou art pale and ill, I think,7·······
And there, with unceasing labor,8···˘/˘/˘
I will furnish thee meat and drink.8··/˘····
"And I will serve thee, and cherish8······/˘
Thy children so wan and mild.7·/˘····
And thyself more dearly than any,9·˘/·/˘·/˘
Thou poor, unhappy child.6··˘/˘·
"Nor will I vex thee by telling8······/˘
The love that burns in my breast;7·······
And I will weep when thou diest7·······
Over thy place of rest."6······

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