My Happiest Dream

Victor Hugo (1802–1885), translated by various hands · 1888

iambic tetrameter · AAABCCCB · 25 lines · from Poems

I love to look, as evening fails,On vestals streaming in their veils,Within the fane past altar rails,Green palms in hand.My darkest moods will always clearWhen I can fancy children near,With rosy lips a-laughing--dear,Light-dancing band!

Enchanting vision, too, displayed,That of a sweet and radiant maid,Who knows not why she is afraid,--Love's yet unseen!Another--rarest 'mong the rare--To see the gaze of chosen fairReturn prolonged and wistful stareOf eager een.

But--dream o'er all to stir my soul,And shine the brightest on the roll,Is when a land of tyrant's tollBy sword is rid.I say not dagger--with the swordWhen Right enchampions the horde,All in broad day--so that the bardMay sing the victor with the starredBayard and Cid!

Words in this poem

streaming a.
Sending forth streams.
fane n.
A temple; a place consecrated to religion; a church. [L. fanum a place dedicated to some deity, a sanctuary, fr. fari to speak. See Fame.]
unseen a.
Not seen or discovered.
wistful a.
Longing; wishful; desirous. [For wishful; perhaps influenced by wistly, which is probably corrupted from OE. wisly certainly (from Icel. viss certain, akin to E. wit). See Wish.]
horde n.
A wandering troop or gang; especially, a clan or tribe of a nomadic people migrating from place to place for the sake of pasturage, plunder, etc.; a predatory multitude. Thomson. [F. horde (cf. G. horde), fr. Turk. ord, ordi, camp; of Tartar origin.]
starred a.
Adorned or studded with stars; bespangled. [From Star.]
bayard n.
Etym: [OF. bayard, baiart, bay horse; bai bay + -ard. See Bay, a., and -ard.]

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

About this text

My Happiest Dream is in the public domain. This text is taken from Poems, Project Gutenberg ebook #8775, the various hands 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: Victor Hugo, My Happiest Dream, in Poems (1888), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #8775, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/hugo-poems/my-happiest-dream.html, id L26847.

Form and metre

My Happiest Dream is 25 lines in 3 stanzas. The rhyme scheme is AAABCCCB, complete in 2 of its 3 stanzas. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 95%).

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 AAABCCCB failsA · veilsA · railsA · handB · clearC · nearC · dearC · bandB
  2. 2 AAABCCCB displayedA · maidA · afraidA · unseenB · rareC · fairC · stareC · eenB
  3. 3 AAABCCDDB soulA · rollA · tollA · ridB · swordC · hordeC · bardD · starredD · cidB
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
I love to look, as evening fails,8·····/˘·
On vestals streaming in their veils,8·/˘/˘···
Within the fane past altar rails,8·····/˘·
Green palms in hand.4····
My darkest moods will always clear8·/˘··/··
When I can fancy children near,8···/˘/˘·
With rosy lips a-laughing--dear,8·/˘··/˘·
Light-dancing band!4·/˘·
Enchanting vision, too, displayed,8˘/˘/˘·˘/
That of a sweet and radiant maid,8·····/˘·
Who knows not why she is afraid,--8······˘/
Love's yet unseen!4··˘/
Another--rarest 'mong the rare--8˘/˘/˘···
To see the gaze of chosen fair8·····/˘·
Return prolonged and wistful stare8˘/˘/·/˘·
Of eager een.4·/˘·
But--dream o'er all to stir my soul,8········
And shine the brightest on the roll,8···/˘···
Is when a land of tyrant's toll8·····/˘·
By sword is rid.4····
I say not dagger--with the sword8···/˘···
When Right enchampions the horde,7·······
All in broad day--so that the bard8········
May sing the victor with the starred8···/˘···
Bayard and Cid!4/˘··

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