To J. De P

Amy Levy (1861–1889) · 1889

common measure · ABAB · 8 lines · from A London Plane-Tree, and Other Verse

Deep in the grass outstretched I lie,Motionless on the hill;Above me is a cloudless sky,Around me all is still:

There is no breath, no sound, no stir,The drowsy peace to break;I close my tired eyes--it wereSo simple not to wake.

Words in this poem

cloudless a.
Without a cloud; clear; bright.

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

About this text

To J. De P is in the public domain. This text is taken from A London Plane-Tree, and Other Verse, Project Gutenberg ebook #56974; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Amy Levy, To J. De P, in A London Plane-Tree, and Other Verse (1889), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #56974, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/levy-london-plane-tree/to-j-de-p.html, id L21562.

Form and metre

To J. De P is 8 lines in 2 stanzas of 4 lines each. Every stanza rhymes ABAB. The metre is common measure, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 93%).

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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 ABAB lieA · hillB · skyA · stillB
  2. 2 ABAB stirA · breakB · wereA · wakeB
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 common measure. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
Deep in the grass outstretched I lie,8····˘/··
Motionless on the hill;6/˘˘···
Above me is a cloudless sky,8·····/˘·
Around me all is still:6······
There is no breath, no sound, no stir,8········
The drowsy peace to break;6·/˘···
I close my tired eyes--it were8···/˘···
So simple not to wake.6·/˘···

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