The West a glimmering lake of light

W. E. Henley (1849–1903) · 1898

iambic tetrameter · 24 lines · from Poems

THE West a glimmering lake of light,A dream of pearly weather,The first of stars is burning white—The star we watch together.Is April dead? The unresting yearWill shape us our September,And April’s work is done, my dear—Do you not remember?

O gracious eve! O happy star,Still-flashing, glowing, sinking!—Who lives of lovers near or farSo glad as I in thinking?The gallant world is warm and green,For May fulfils November.When lights and leaves and loves have been,Sweet, will you remember?

O star benignant and serene,I take the good to-morrow,That fills from verge to verge my dream,With all its joy and sorrow!The old, sweet spell is unforgotThat turns to June December;And, tho’ the world remembered not,Love, we would remember.

Words in this poem

benignant a.
Kind; gracious; favorable. [LL. benignans, p. pr. of benignare, from L. benignus. See Benign.]

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

About this text

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Form and metre

The West a glimmering lake of light is 24 lines in 3 stanzas of 8 lines each. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 92%). 97% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 7.5 syllables. 12 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 12% 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 ABABCDCD lightA · weatherB · whiteA · togetherB · yearC · septemberD · dearC · rememberD
  2. 2 ABAB-C-C starA · sinkingB · farA · thinkingB · green · novemberC · been · rememberC
  3. 3 -A-ABCBC serene · morrowA · dream · sorrowA · unforgotB · decemberC · notB · rememberC
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 tetrameter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
THE West a glimmering lake of light,8···/˘···
A dream of pearly weather,7···/˘/˘
The first of stars is burning white—8·····/˘·
The star we watch together.7····˘/˘
Is April dead? The unresting year9·/˘··˘/˘·
Will shape us our September,8···/˘˘/˘
And April’s work is done, my dear—8·/˘·····
Do you not remember?6···˘/˘
O gracious eve! O happy star,8·/˘··/˘·
Still-flashing, glowing, sinking!—7·/˘/˘/˘
Who lives of lovers near or far8···/˘···
So glad as I in thinking?7·····/˘
The gallant world is warm and green,8·/˘·····
For May fulfils November.7····˘/˘
When lights and leaves and loves have been,8········
Sweet, will you remember?6···˘/˘
O star benignant and serene,8··˘/˘·˘/
I take the good to-morrow,7·····/˘
That fills from verge to verge my dream,8········
With all its joy and sorrow!7·····/˘
The old, sweet spell is unforgot8········
That turns to June December;7····˘/˘
And, tho’ the world remembered not,8····˘/˘·
Love, we would remember.6···˘/˘

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