Crumbs

Oliver Herford (1863–1935) · 1898

iambic tetrameter · ABAB · 26 lines · from The Bashful Earthquake, and Other Fables and Verses

Up to my frozen window-shelfEach day a begging birdie comes,And when I have a crust myselfThe birdie always gets the crumbs.

They say who on the water throwsHis bread, will get it back again;If that is true, perhaps--who knows?--I have not cast my crumbs in vain.

Indeed, I know it is not quiteThe thing to boast of one’s good deed;To what the left hand does, the right,I am aware, should pay no heed.

Yet if in modest verse I tellMy tale, some editor, maybe,May like it very much, and--well,My bread will then return to me.

Oh, where the white quince blossom swingsI love to take my Japan ease!I love the maid Anise who clingsSo lightly on my Japan knees;I love the little song she sings,The little love-song Japanese.I almost love the lute’s tink tunklePlayed by that charming Jap Anise--For am I not her old Jap uncle?And is she not my Japan niece?

Words in this poem

birdie n.
A pretty or dear little bird; -- a pet name.
maybe adv.
Perhaps; possibly; peradventure. [For it may be.]
tink v. i.
To make a sharp, shrill noise; to tinkle. Wyclif (1 Cor. xiii. [OE. tinken; of imitative origin. Cf. Ting a tinkling, Tinker.]
niece n.
A relative, in general; especially, a descendant, whether male or female; a granddaughter or a grandson. B. Jonson. Wyclif. [OE. nece, F. nièce, LL. neptia, for L. neptis a granddaughter, niece, akin to nepos. See Nephew.]

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

About this text

Crumbs is in the public domain. This text is taken from The Bashful Earthquake, & Other Fables and Verses, Project Gutenberg ebook #56765; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Oliver Herford, Crumbs, in The Bashful Earthquake, and Other Fables and Verses (1898), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #56765, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/herford-bashful-earthquake/crumbs.html, id L22099.

Form and metre

Crumbs is 26 lines in 5 stanzas. The rhyme scheme is ABAB, complete in 3 of its 5 stanzas. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 85%).

See other poems in iambic tetrameter.

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 shelfA · comesB · myselfA · crumbsB
  2. 2 ABAB throwsA · againB · knowsA · vainB
  3. 3 ABAB quiteA · deedB · rightA · heedB
  4. 4 A-A- tellA · maybe · wellA · me
  5. 5 ABABABCDCD swingsA · easeB · clingsA · kneesB · singsA · japaneseB · tunkleC · aniseD · uncleC · nieceD
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
Up to my frozen window-shelf8···/˘/˘·
Each day a begging birdie comes,8···/˘/˘·
And when I have a crust myself8·······/
The birdie always gets the crumbs.8·/˘/····
They say who on the water throws8·····/˘·
His bread, will get it back again;8······˘/
If that is true, perhaps--who knows?--8····˘/··
I have not cast my crumbs in vain.8········
Indeed, I know it is not quite8˘/······
The thing to boast of one’s good deed;8········
To what the left hand does, the right,8········
I am aware, should pay no heed.8··˘/····
Yet if in modest verse I tell8···/˘···
My tale, some editor, maybe,8···/˘˘/˘
May like it very much, and--well,8···/˘···
My bread will then return to me.8····˘/··
Oh, where the white quince blossom swings8·····/˘·
I love to take my Japan ease!8·····˘/·
I love the maid Anise who clings8····/˘··
So lightly on my Japan knees;8·/˘··˘/·
I love the little song she sings,8···/˘···
The little love-song Japanese.8·/˘···˘/
I almost love the lute’s tink tunkle9·/·······
Played by that charming Jap Anise--8···/˘·/˘
For am I not her old Jap uncle?9·······/˘
And is she not my Japan niece?8·····˘/·

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