Before the Gates of Machaerus
Welcome, O wilderness, and welcome, nightAnd solitude, and ye swift-flying starsThat drift with golden sands the barren heavens,Welcome once more! The Angels of the WindHasten across the desert to receive me;And sweeter than men's voices are to meThe voices of these solitudes; the soundOf unseen rivulets, and the far-off cryOf bitterns in the reeds of water-pools.And lo! above me, like the Prophet's arrowShot from the eastern window, high in airThe clamorous cranes go singing through the night.O ye mysterious pilgrims of the air,Would I had wings that I might follow you!
I look forth from these mountains, and beholdThe omnipotent and omnipresent night,Mysterious as the future and the fateThat hangs o'er all men's lives! I see beneath meThe desert stretching to the Dead Sea shore,And westward, faint and far away, the glimmerOf torches on Mount Olivet, announcingThe rising of the Moon of Passover.Like a great cross it seems, on which suspended,With head bowed down in agony, I seeA human figure! Hide, O merciful heaven,The awful apparition from my sight!
And thou, Machaerus, lifting high and blackThy dreadful walls against the rising moon,Haunted by demons and by apparitions,Lilith, and Jezerhara, and Bedargon,How grim thou showest in the uncertain light,A palace and a prison, where King HerodFeasts with Herodias, while the Baptist JohnFasts, and consumes his unavailing life!And in thy court-yard grows the untithed rue,Huge as the olives of Gethsemane,And ancient as the terebinth of Hebron,Coeval with the world. Would that its leavesMedicinal could purge thee of the demonsThat now possess thee, and the cunning foxThat burrows in thy walls, contriving mischief!
Angels of God! Sandalphon, thou that weavestThe prayers of men into immortal garlands,And thou, Metatron, who dost gather upTheir songs, and bear them to the gates of heaven,Now gather up together in your handsThe prayers that fill this prison, and the songsThat echo from the ceiling of this palace,And lay them side by side before God's feet!
Words in this poem
- unseen a.
- Not seen or discovered.
- omnipresent a.
- Present in all places at the same time; ubiquitous; as, the omnipresent Jehovah. Prior. [Omni- + present: cf.F. omniprésent.]
- dreadful a.
- Full of dread or terror; fearful.
- haunted a.
- Inhabited by, or subject to the visits of, apparitions; frequented by a ghost.
- untithed a.
- Not subjected tithes.
- terebinth n.
- The turpentine tree. [L. terbinthus, Gr. térébinthe. Cf. Turpentine.]
- coeval a.
- Of the same age; existing during the same period of time, especially time long and remote; -- usually followed by with. [L. coaevus; co- + aevum lifetime, age. See Age, n.]
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
About this text
Before the Gates of Machaerus is in the public domain. This text is taken from The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Project Gutenberg ebook #1365; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.
Cite as: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Before the Gates of Machaerus, in The Complete Poetical Works (1839–1882), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #1365, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/longfellow-poems/before-the-gates-of-machaerus.html, id L17867.
Form and metre
Before the Gates of Machaerus is 49 lines in 4 stanzas. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 87%). 92% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 10.4 syllables. 15 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 49% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.
See other poems in iambic pentameter.
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 A---BB-B--CAC- nightA · stars · heavens · wind · meB · meB · sound · cryB · pools · arrow · airC · nightA · airC · you
- 2 -A-B-----B-A behold · nightA · fate · meB · shore · glimmer · announcing · passover · suspended · seeB · heaven · sightA
- 3 ------A---A---- black · moon · apparitions · bedargon · light · herod · johnA · life · rue · gethsemane · hebronA · leaves · demons · fox · mischief
- 4 -A--A--- weavest · garlandsA · up · heaven · handsA · songs · palace · feet
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 pentameter. How this is done.
| Line | Syl. | Stress |
|---|---|---|
| Welcome, O wilderness, and welcome, night | 10 | /˘·/˘˘·/˘· |
| And solitude, and ye swift-flying stars | 10 | ·/˘····/˘· |
| That drift with golden sands the barren heavens, | 11 | ···/˘··/˘/˘ |
| Welcome once more! The Angels of the Wind | 10 | /˘···/˘··· |
| Hasten across the desert to receive me; | 11 | /˘˘/·/˘·˘/· |
| And sweeter than men's voices are to me | 10 | ·/˘··/˘··· |
| The voices of these solitudes; the sound | 10 | ·/˘··/˘··· |
| Of unseen rivulets, and the far-off cry | 11 | ·˘/········ |
| Of bitterns in the reeds of water-pools. | 10 | ·······/˘· |
| And lo! above me, like the Prophet's arrow | 11 | ·······/˘/˘ |
| Shot from the eastern window, high in air | 10 | ···/˘/˘··· |
| The clamorous cranes go singing through the night. | 11 | ·/˘˘··/˘··· |
| O ye mysterious pilgrims of the air, | 10 | ··˘/˘/˘··· |
| Would I had wings that I might follow you! | 10 | ·······/˘· |
| I look forth from these mountains, and behold | 10 | ·····/˘·˘/ |
| The omnipotent and omnipresent night, | 10 | ·˘/˘··˘/˘· |
| Mysterious as the future and the fate | 10 | ˘/˘··/˘··· |
| That hangs o'er all men's lives! I see beneath me | 11 | ··········· |
| The desert stretching to the Dead Sea shore, | 10 | ·/˘/˘····· |
| And westward, faint and far away, the glimmer | 11 | ·/˘···˘/·/˘ |
| Of torches on Mount Olivet, announcing | 11 | ·/˘·····˘/˘ |
| The rising of the Moon of Passover. | 10 | ·/˘····/·˘ |
| Like a great cross it seems, on which suspended, | 11 | ········˘/˘ |
| With head bowed down in agony, I see | 10 | ·····/˘˘·· |
| A human figure! Hide, O merciful heaven, | 10 | ·/˘/˘··/˘/ |
| The awful apparition from my sight! | 10 | ·/˘·˘/˘··· |
| And thou, Machaerus, lifting high and black | 10 | ·····/˘··· |
| Thy dreadful walls against the rising moon, | 10 | ·/˘····/˘· |
| Haunted by demons and by apparitions, | 11 | /˘·/˘···˘/˘ |
| Lilith, and Jezerhara, and Bedargon, | 11 | /˘········· |
| How grim thou showest in the uncertain light, | 11 | ···/˘··˘/˘· |
| A palace and a prison, where King Herod | 11 | ·/˘··/˘··/˘ |
| Feasts with Herodias, while the Baptist John | 10 | ·······/˘· |
| Fasts, and consumes his unavailing life! | 10 | ··˘/··˘/˘· |
| And in thy court-yard grows the untithed rue, | 10 | ·······˘/· |
| Huge as the olives of Gethsemane, | 9 | ···/˘···· |
| And ancient as the terebinth of Hebron, | 11 | ·/˘··/˘˘·/˘ |
| Coeval with the world. Would that its leaves | 10 | ˘/˘······· |
| Medicinal could purge thee of the demons | 11 | ˘/˘˘·····/˘ |
| That now possess thee, and the cunning fox | 10 | ··˘/···/˘· |
| That burrows in thy walls, contriving mischief! | 11 | ·/˘···˘/˘/˘ |
| Angels of God! Sandalphon, thou that weavest | 11 | /˘·······/˘ |
| The prayers of men into immortal garlands, | 11 | ······˘/˘/˘ |
| And thou, Metatron, who dost gather up | 10 | ·······/˘· |
| Their songs, and bear them to the gates of heaven, | 11 | ·········/˘ |
| Now gather up together in your hands | 10 | ·/˘·˘/˘··· |
| The prayers that fill this prison, and the songs | 10 | ·····/˘··· |
| That echo from the ceiling of this palace, | 11 | ·/˘··/˘··/˘ |
| And lay them side by side before God's feet! | 10 | ·········· |
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