August Moon
Look! the round-cheeked moon floats high,In the glowing August sky,Quenching all her neighbor stars,Save the steady flame of Mars.White as silver shines the sea,Far-off sails like phantoms be,Gliding o'er that lake of light,Vanishing in nether night.Heavy hangs the tasseled corn,Sighing for the cordial morn;But the marshy-meadows bare,Love this spectral-lighted air,Drink the dews and lift their song,Chirp of crickets all night long;Earth and sea enchanted lie'Neath that moon-usurped sky.
To the faces of our friendsUnfamiliar traits she lends--Quaint, white witch, who looketh downWith a glamour all her own.Hushed are laughter, jest, and speech,Mute and heedless each of each,In the glory wan we sit,Visions vague before us flit;Side by side, yet worlds apart,Heart becometh strange to heart.
Slowly in a moved voice, then,Ralph, the artist spake again--"Does not that weird orb unrollScenes phantasmal to your soul?As I gaze thereon, I swear,Peopled grows the vacant air,Fables, myths alone are real,White-clad sylph-like figures steal'Twixt the bushes, o'er the lawn,Goddess, nymph, undine, and faun.Yonder, see the Willis dance,Faces pale with stony glance;They are maids who died unwed,And they quit their gloomy bed,Hungry still for human pleasure,Here to trip a moonlit measure.Near the shore the mermaids play,Floating on the cool, white spray,Leaping from the glittering surfTo the dark and fragrant turf,Where the frolic trolls, and elvesDaintily disport themselves.All the shapes by poet's brain,Fashioned, live for me again,In this spiritual light,Less than day, yet more than night.What a world! a waking dream,All things other than they seem,Borrowing a finer grace,From yon golden globe in space;Touched with wild, romantic glory,Foliage fresh and billows hoary,Hollows bathed in yellow haze,Hills distinct and fields of maize,Ancient legends come to mind.Who would marvel should he find,In the copse or nigh the spring,Summer fairies gambolingWhere the honey-bees do suck,Mab and Ariel and Puck?Ah! no modern mortal seesCreatures delicate as these.All the simple faith has goneWhich their world was builded on.Now the moonbeams coldly glanceOn no gardens of romance;To prosaic senses dull,Baldur's dead, the Beautiful,Hark, the cry rings overhead,'Universal Pan is dead!'""Requiescant!" Claude's grave toneThrilled us strangely. "I am oneWho would not restore that Past,Beauty will immortal last,Though the beautiful must die--This the ages verify.And had Pan deserved the nameWhich his votaries misclaim,He were living with us yet.I behold, without regret,Beauty in new forms recast,Truth emerging from the vast,Bright and orbed, like yonder sphere,Making the obscure air clear.He shall be of bards the king,Who, in worthy verse, shall singAll the conquests of the hour,Stealing no fictitious powerFrom the classic types outworn,But his rhythmic line adornWith the marvels of the real.He the baseless feud shall healThat estrangeth wide apartScience from her sister Art.Hold! look through this glass for me?Artist, tell me what you see?""I!" cried Ralph. "I see in placeOf Astarte's silver face,Or veiled Isis' radiant robe,Nothing but a rugged globeSeamed with awful rents and scars.And below no longer Mars,Fierce, flame-crested god of war,But a lurid, flickering star,Fashioned like our mother earth,Vexed, belike, with death and birth."
Rapt in dreamy thought the while,With a sphinx-like shadowy smile,Poet Florio sat, but nowSpake in deep-voiced accents slow,More as one who probes his mind,Than for us--"Who seeks, shall find--Widening knowledge surely bringsVaster themes to him who sings.Was veiled Isis more sublimeThan yon frozen fruit of Time,Hanging in the naked sky?Death's domain--for worlds too die.Lo! the heavens like a scrollStand revealed before my soul;And the hieroglyphs are suns--Changeless change the law that runsThrough the flame-inscribed page,World on world and age on age,Balls of ice and orbs of fire,What abides when these expire?Through slow cycles they revolve,Yet at last like clouds dissolve.Jove, Osiris, Brahma pass,Races wither like the grass.Must not mortals be as godsTo embrace such periods?Yet at Nature's heart remainsOne who waxes not nor wanes.And our crowning glory stillIs to have conceived his will."
Words in this poem 43
- nether a.
- Situated down or below; lying beneath, or in the lower part; having a lower position; belonging to the region below; lower; under; -- opposed to upper. [OE. nethere, neithere, AS. ni, fr. the adv. ni downward; akin to neo below, beneath, D. neder down, G. nieder, Sw. nedre below, nether, a. & adv., and also to S]
- morn n.
- The first part of the day; the morning; -- used chiefly in poetry. [OE. morwen, morgen, AS. morgen; akin to D. morgen, OS. morgan, G. morgen, Icel. morginn, morgunn, Sw. morgon, Dan. morgen, Goth. maúrgins. Cf. Morrow, Morning.]
- enchanted a.
- Under the power of enchantment; possessed or exercised by enchanters; as, an enchanted castle.
- quaint a.
- Prudent; wise; hence, crafty; artful; wily. [OE. queint, queynte, coint, prudent, wise, cunning, pretty, odd, OF. cointe cultivated, amiable, agreeable, neat, fr. L. cognitus known, p. p. of cognoscere to ]
- glamour n.
- A charm affecting the eye, making objects appear different from what they really are. [Scot. glamour, glamer; cf. Icel. glámeggdr one who is troubled with the glaucoma; or Icel. glam-s weakness of sight, glamour; glamr name of the moon, also of a ]
- jest n.
- A deed; an action; a gest. [OE. jeste, geste, deed, action, story, tale, OF. geste, LL. gesta, orig., exploits, neut. pl. from L. gestus, p. p. of gerere to bear, carry, accomplish, perfor]
- flit a.
- Nimble; quick; swift. See Fleet.
- ralph n.
- A name sometimes given to the raven.
- artist n.
- One who practices some mechanic art or craft; an artisan. [F. artiste, LL. artista, fr. L. ars. See Art, n., and cf. Artiste.]
- unroll v. t.
- To open, as what is rolled or convolved; as, to unroll cloth; to unroll a banner. [1st pref. un- + roll.]
- phantasmal a.
- Pertaining to, of the nature of, or resembling, a phantasm; spectral; illusive.
- thereon adv.
- On that or this. [AS. . See There, and On.]
- peopled a.
- Stocked with, or as with, people; inhabited.
- clad v.
- To clothe. Holland.
- undine n.
- One of a class of fabled female water spirits who might receive a human soul by intermarrying with a mortal. [G. undine, or F. ondin, ondine, from L. unda a wave, water.]
- faun n.
- A god of fields and shipherds, diddering little from the satyr. [L. Faunus, fr. favere to be favorable. See Favor.]
- yonder adv.
- At a distance, but within view. [OE. yonder, ýonder; cf. OD. ginder, Goth. jaindr there. Yond, adv.]
- moonlit a.
- Illumined by the moon.
- daintily adv.
- In a dainty manner; nicely; scrupulously; fastidiously; deliciously; prettily.
- disport n.
- Play; sport; pastime; diversion; playfulness. [OF. desport, deport. See Disport, v. i., and cf. Sport.]
- hoary a.
- White or whitish."The hoary willows."
- copse n.
- A wood of small growth; a thicket of brushwood. See Coppice. [Contr. from coppice.]
- puck n.
- A celebrated fairy, [OE. pouke; cf. OSw. puke, Icel. puki an evil demon, W. pwca a hobgoblin. Cf. Poker a bugbear, Pug.]
- coldly adv.
- In a cold manner; without warmth, animation, or feeling; with indifference; calmly.
- strangely adv.
- As something foreign, or not one's own; in a manner adapted to something foreign and strange.
- verify v. t.
- To prove to be true or correct; to establish the truth of; to confirm; to substantiate. [F. vérifier, LL. verificare, from L. verus true + -ficare to make. See Very, and -fy.]
- misclaim n.
- A mistaken claim.
- recast v. t.
- To throw again. Florio.
- orbed a.
- Having the form of an orb; round.
- shall v. i.
- To owe; to be under obligation for. [OE. shal, schal, imp. sholde, scholde, AS. scal, sceal, I am obliged, imp. scolde, sceolde, inf. sculan; akin to OS. skulan, pres. skal, imp. skolda, D. zullen,]
- classic a.
- Of or relating to the first class or rank, especially in literature or art. [L. classicus relating to the classes of the Roman people, and especially to the frist class; hence, of the first rank, superior, from classis class: cf. F. clas]
- rhythmic a.
- Pertaining to, or of the nature of, rhythm DAy and night I worked my rhythmic thought. Mrs. Browning. [Gr. rhythmicus, F. rhythmique.]
- baseless a.
- Without a base; having no foundation or support.
- veiled a.
- Covered by, or as by, a veil; hidden.
- seamed a.
- Out of condition; not in good condition; -- said of a hawk.
- lurid a.
- Pale yellow; ghastly pale; wan; gloomy; dismal. [L. luridus.]
- belike adv.
- It is likely or probably; perhaps. -- Be*like"ly, adv. [Pref. be- (for by) + like.]
- rapt n.
- An ecstasy; a trance. Bp. Morton. [From F. rapt abduction, rape, L. raptus, fr. rapere to seize and carry off, to transport; or fr. E. rapt, a. See Rapt, a., and Rapid.]
- dreamy a.
- Abounding in dreams or given to dreaming; appropriate to, or like, dreams; visionary.
- isis n.
- The principal goddess worshiped by the Egyptians. She was regarded as the mother of Horus, and the sister and wife of Osiris.
- changeless a.
- That can not be changed; constant; as, a changeless purpose.
- jove n.
- The chief divinity of the ancient Romans; Jupiter. [L. Jupiter, gen. Jovis, OL. Jovis, nom. & gen. for Djovis; akin to E. Tuesday. See Tuesday, and cf. Jupiter.]
- osiris n.
- One of the principal divinities of Egypt, the brother and husband of Isis. He was figured as a mummy wearing the royal cap of Upper Egypt, and was symbolized by the sacred bull, called Apis. Cf.
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
About this text
August Moon is in the public domain. This text is taken from The Poems of Emma Lazarus, Volume 1, Project Gutenberg ebook #3295; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.
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Form and metre
August Moon is 142 lines in 4 verse paragraphs. It is in rhyming couplets, 92% of the lines. The metre is trochaic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 91%). 97% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 7.1 syllables. 9 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 20% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.
See other poems in rhyming couplets, other poems in trochaic 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 AABBCCDDEEFFGGAA highA · skyA · starsB · marsB · seaC · beC · lightD · nightD · cornE · mornE · bareF · airF · songG · longG · lieA · skyA
- 2 AA--BBCCDD friendsA · lendsA · down · own · speechB · eachB · sitC · flitC · apartD · heartD
- 3 AABBCCDDEEFFGGHHIIJJKK--LLMMNNOOPPQQRRSSTT--UUVVWW--XXYYZZaabbccddeeffgghhiijjkkll--mm thenA · againA · unrollB · soulB · swearC · airC · realD · stealD · lawnE · faunE · danceF · glanceF · unwedG · bedG · pleasureH · measureH · playI · sprayI · surfJ · turfJ · elvesK · themselvesK · brain · again · lightL · nightL · dreamM · seemM · graceN · spaceN · gloryO · hoaryO · hazeP · maizeP · mindQ · findQ · springR · gambolingR · suckS · puckS · seesT · theseT · gone · on · glanceU · romanceU · dullV · beautifulV · overheadW · deadW · tone · one · pastX · lastX · dieY · verifyY · nameZ · misclaimZ · yeta · regreta · recastb · vastb · spherec · clearc · kingd · singd · houre · powere · outwornf · adornf · realg · healg · aparth · arth · mei · seei · placej · facej · robek · globek · scarsl · marsl · war · star · earthm · birthm
- 4 AA--BBCCDDEEFFGGHHIIJJKKLLMMNN whileA · smileA · now · slow · mindB · findB · bringsC · singsC · sublimeD · timeD · skyE · dieE · scrollF · soulF · sunsG · runsG · pageH · ageH · fireI · expireI · revolveJ · dissolveJ · passK · grassK · godsL · periodsL · remainsM · wanesM · stillN · willN
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 trochaic tetrameter. How this is done.
| Line | Syl. | Stress |
|---|---|---|
| Look! the round-cheeked moon floats high, | 7 | ······· |
| In the glowing August sky, | 7 | ··/˘/˘· |
| Quenching all her neighbor stars, | 7 | /˘··/˘· |
| Save the steady flame of Mars. | 7 | ··/˘··· |
| White as silver shines the sea, | 7 | ··/˘··· |
| Far-off sails like phantoms be, | 7 | ····/˘· |
| Gliding o'er that lake of light, | 7 | /˘····· |
| Vanishing in nether night. | 7 | /˘˘·/˘· |
| Heavy hangs the tasseled corn, | 7 | /˘··/˘· |
| Sighing for the cordial morn; | 7 | /˘··/˘· |
| But the marshy-meadows bare, | 7 | ··/˘/·· |
| Love this spectral-lighted air, | 7 | ··/˘/˘· |
| Drink the dews and lift their song, | 7 | ······· |
| Chirp of crickets all night long; | 7 | ··/˘··· |
| Earth and sea enchanted lie | 7 | ···˘/˘· |
| 'Neath that moon-usurped sky. | 6 | ····/· |
| To the faces of our friends | 8 | ··/˘·/˘· |
| Unfamiliar traits she lends-- | 7 | ·˘/˘··· |
| Quaint, white witch, who looketh down | 7 | ····/˘· |
| With a glamour all her own. | 7 | ··/˘··· |
| Hushed are laughter, jest, and speech, | 7 | ··/˘··· |
| Mute and heedless each of each, | 7 | ··/˘··· |
| In the glory wan we sit, | 7 | ··/˘··· |
| Visions vague before us flit; | 7 | /˘····· |
| Side by side, yet worlds apart, | 7 | ·····˘/ |
| Heart becometh strange to heart. | 7 | ·˘/˘··· |
| Slowly in a moved voice, then, | 7 | /˘····· |
| Ralph, the artist spake again-- | 7 | ··/˘·˘/ |
| "Does not that weird orb unroll | 7 | ·····˘/ |
| Scenes phantasmal to your soul? | 7 | ·˘/˘··· |
| As I gaze thereon, I swear, | 7 | ···˘/·· |
| Peopled grows the vacant air, | 7 | /˘··/˘· |
| Fables, myths alone are real, | 7 | /˘·˘/·· |
| White-clad sylph-like figures steal | 7 | ····/˘· |
| 'Twixt the bushes, o'er the lawn, | 7 | ··/˘··· |
| Goddess, nymph, undine, and faun. | 7 | /˘·/··· |
| Yonder, see the Willis dance, | 7 | /˘··/˘· |
| Faces pale with stony glance; | 7 | /˘··/˘· |
| They are maids who died unwed, | 7 | ·····˘/ |
| And they quit their gloomy bed, | 7 | ····/˘· |
| Hungry still for human pleasure, | 8 | /˘··/˘/˘ |
| Here to trip a moonlit measure. | 8 | ····/·/˘ |
| Near the shore the mermaids play, | 7 | ····/·· |
| Floating on the cool, white spray, | 7 | /˘····· |
| Leaping from the glittering surf | 8 | /˘··/˘˘· |
| To the dark and fragrant turf, | 7 | ····/˘· |
| Where the frolic trolls, and elves | 7 | ··/˘··· |
| Daintily disport themselves. | 7 | /˘˘˘/˘/ |
| All the shapes by poet's brain, | 7 | ····/˘· |
| Fashioned, live for me again, | 7 | /˘···˘/ |
| In this spiritual light, | 7 | ··/˘˘˘· |
| Less than day, yet more than night. | 7 | ······· |
| What a world! a waking dream, | 7 | ····/˘· |
| All things other than they seem, | 7 | ··/˘··· |
| Borrowing a finer grace, | 7 | /˘˘·/˘· |
| From yon golden globe in space; | 7 | ··/˘··· |
| Touched with wild, romantic glory, | 9 | ·˘··˘/˘/˘ |
| Foliage fresh and billows hoary, | 8 | /˘··/˘/˘ |
| Hollows bathed in yellow haze, | 7 | /˘··/˘· |
| Hills distinct and fields of maize, | 7 | ·˘/···· |
| Ancient legends come to mind. | 7 | /˘/˘··· |
| Who would marvel should he find, | 7 | ··/˘··· |
| In the copse or nigh the spring, | 7 | ······· |
| Summer fairies gamboling | 7 | /˘/˘··· |
| Where the honey-bees do suck, | 7 | ··/˘··· |
| Mab and Ariel and Puck? | 7 | ··/˘˘·· |
| Ah! no modern mortal sees | 7 | ··/˘/˘· |
| Creatures delicate as these. | 7 | /˘/˘˘·· |
| All the simple faith has gone | 7 | ··/˘··· |
| Which their world was builded on. | 7 | ····/˘· |
| Now the moonbeams coldly glance | 7 | ··/·/˘· |
| On no gardens of romance; | 7 | ··/˘·˘/ |
| To prosaic senses dull, | 7 | ·˘/˘/˘· |
| Baldur's dead, the Beautiful, | 7 | ˘/··/˘˘ |
| Hark, the cry rings overhead, | 7 | ····/˘/ |
| 'Universal Pan is dead!'" | 7 | ·˘/˘··· |
| "Requiescant!" Claude's grave tone | 6 | ······ |
| Thrilled us strangely. "I am one | 7 | ··/˘··· |
| Who would not restore that Past, | 7 | ···˘/·· |
| Beauty will immortal last, | 7 | /˘·˘/˘· |
| Though the beautiful must die-- | 7 | ··/˘˘·· |
| This the ages verify. | 7 | ··/˘/˘· |
| And had Pan deserved the name | 7 | ···˘/·· |
| Which his votaries misclaim, | 6 | ····˘/ |
| He were living with us yet. | 7 | ··/˘··· |
| I behold, without regret, | 7 | ·˘/··˘/ |
| Beauty in new forms recast, | 7 | /˘···˘/ |
| Truth emerging from the vast, | 7 | ·˘/˘··· |
| Bright and orbed, like yonder sphere, | 7 | ····/˘· |
| Making the obscure air clear. | 7 | /˘·˘/·· |
| He shall be of bards the king, | 7 | ······· |
| Who, in worthy verse, shall sing | 7 | ··/˘··· |
| All the conquests of the hour, | 8 | ··/···/˘ |
| Stealing no fictitious power | 8 | /˘·˘/˘/˘ |
| From the classic types outworn, | 7 | ··/˘··· |
| But his rhythmic line adorn | 7 | ··/˘·˘/ |
| With the marvels of the real. | 7 | ··/˘··· |
| He the baseless feud shall heal | 7 | ··/˘··· |
| That estrangeth wide apart | 7 | ·˘/˘·˘/ |
| Science from her sister Art. | 7 | /˘··/˘· |
| Hold! look through this glass for me? | 7 | ······· |
| Artist, tell me what you see?" | 7 | /˘····· |
| "I!" cried Ralph. "I see in place | 7 | ······· |
| Of Astarte's silver face, | 6 | ···/˘· |
| Or veiled Isis' radiant robe, | 9 | ··˘/˘/˘˘· |
| Nothing but a rugged globe | 7 | /˘··/˘· |
| Seamed with awful rents and scars. | 7 | ··/˘··· |
| And below no longer Mars, | 7 | ····/˘· |
| Fierce, flame-crested god of war, | 7 | ··/˘··· |
| But a lurid, flickering star, | 8 | ··/˘/˘˘· |
| Fashioned like our mother earth, | 9 | /˘˘·/˘/˘· |
| Vexed, belike, with death and birth." | 7 | ·˘/···· |
| Rapt in dreamy thought the while, | 7 | ··/˘··· |
| With a sphinx-like shadowy smile, | 8 | ····/˘˘· |
| Poet Florio sat, but now | 8 | /˘/˘˘··· |
| Spake in deep-voiced accents slow, | 7 | ····/˘· |
| More as one who probes his mind, | 7 | ······· |
| Than for us--"Who seeks, shall find-- | 7 | ······· |
| Widening knowledge surely brings | 8 | /˘˘/˘/˘· |
| Vaster themes to him who sings. | 7 | ······· |
| Was veiled Isis more sublime | 7 | ··/˘·˘/ |
| Than yon frozen fruit of Time, | 7 | ··/˘··· |
| Hanging in the naked sky? | 7 | /˘··/˘· |
| Death's domain--for worlds too die. | 7 | ·˘/···· |
| Lo! the heavens like a scroll | 7 | ··/˘··· |
| Stand revealed before my soul; | 7 | ·˘/···· |
| And the hieroglyphs are suns-- | 7 | ···˘/·· |
| Changeless change the law that runs | 7 | /˘····· |
| Through the flame-inscribed page, | 6 | ···˘/· |
| World on world and age on age, | 7 | ······· |
| Balls of ice and orbs of fire, | 8 | ······/˘ |
| What abides when these expire? | 7 | ·˘/··˘/ |
| Through slow cycles they revolve, | 7 | ··/˘·˘/ |
| Yet at last like clouds dissolve. | 7 | ·····˘/ |
| Jove, Osiris, Brahma pass, | 7 | ·˘/˘/˘· |
| Races wither like the grass. | 7 | /˘/˘··· |
| Must not mortals be as gods | 7 | ··/˘··· |
| To embrace such periods? | 7 | ·˘/·/˘˘ |
| Yet at Nature's heart remains | 7 | ··/˘·˘/ |
| One who waxes not nor wanes. | 7 | ··/˘··· |
| And our crowning glory still | 8 | ·/˘/˘/˘· |
| Is to have conceived his will." | 7 | ···˘/·· |
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