The Rout of the White Hussars

Rudyard Kipling (1865–1936) · 1912

5 lines · from Songs from Books

In the daytime, when she moved about me,In the night, when she was sleeping at my side,--I was wearied, I was wearied of her presence.Day by day and night by night I grew to hate her--Would God that she or I had died!

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The Rout of the White Hussars is in the public domain. This text is taken from Songs from Books, Project Gutenberg ebook #15529; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Rudyard Kipling, The Rout of the White Hussars, in Songs from Books (1912), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #15529, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/kipling-songs-from-books/the-rout-of-the-white-hussars.html, id L20299.

Form and metre

The Rout of the White Hussars is 5 lines in a single stanza.

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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 me · sideA · presence · her · diedA
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. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
In the daytime, when she moved about me,10··/·······
In the night, when she was sleeping at my side,--11······/˘···
I was wearied, I was wearied of her presence.12··/˘··/˘··/˘
Day by day and night by night I grew to hate her--12············
Would God that she or I had died!8········

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