Interlude

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882) · 1839–1882

iambic tetrameter · 32 lines · from A Psalm of Life, and Other Poems

Well pleased the audience heard the tale.The Theologian said: "Indeed,To praise you there is little need;One almost hears the farmers flailThresh out your wheat, nor does there failA certain freshness, as you said,And sweetness as of home-made bread.But not less sweet and not less freshAre many legends that I know,Writ by the monks of long-ago,Who loved to mortify the flesh,So that the soul might purer grow,And rise to a diviner state;And one of these--perhaps of allMost beautiful--I now recall,And with permission will narrate;Hoping thereby to make amendsFor that grim tragedy of mine,As strong and black as Spanish wine,I told last night, and wish almostIt had remained untold, my friends;For Torquemada's awful ghostCame to me in the dreams I dreamed,And in the darkness glared and gleamedLike a great lighthouse on the coast."

The Student laughing said: "Far moreLike to some dismal fire of baleFlaring portentous on a hill;Or torches lighted on a shoreBy wreckers in a midnight gale.No matter; be it as you will,Only go forward with your tale."

Words in this poem

thresh v. t.
To beat out grain from, as straw or husks; to beat the straw or husk of (grain) with a flail; to beat off, as the kernels of grain; as, to thrash wheat, rye, or oats; to thrash over the old straw. [OE. , , to beat, AS. , ; akin to D. dorschen, OD. derschen, G. dreschen, OHG. dreskan, Icel. , Sw. tröska, Dan. tærske, Goth. , Lith. traszketi to rattle, Russ.]
untold a.
Not told; not related; not revealed; as, untold secrets.
ghost n.
The spirit; the soul of man. [OE. gast, gost, soul, spirit, AS. gast breath, spirit, soul; akin to OS. g spirit, soul, D. geest, G. geist, and prob. to E. gaze, ghastly.]
dismal a.
Fatal; ill-omened; unlucky. [Formerly a noun; e. g., "I trow it was in the dismalle." Chaucer. Of uncertain origin; but perh. (as suggested by Skeat) from OF. disme, F. dîme, tithe, the phr]
portentous a.
Of the nature of a portent; containing portents; foreschadowing, esp. foreschadowing ill; ominous. [L. portentosus.]

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

About this text

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Form and metre

Interlude is 32 lines in 2 stanzas. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 88%).

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 ABBAACCDEEDEFGGFHIIJHJKKJ taleA · indeedB · needB · flailA · failA · saidC · breadC · freshD · knowE · agoE · fleshD · growE · stateF · allG · recallG · narrateF · amendsH · mineI · wineI · almostJ · friendsH · ghostJ · dreamedK · gleamedK · coastJ
  2. 2 ABCABCB moreA · baleB · hillC · shoreA · galeB · willC · taleB
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
Well pleased the audience heard the tale.8···/˘···
The Theologian said: "Indeed,8··˘/˘·˘/
To praise you there is little need;8·····/˘·
One almost hears the farmers flail8·/···/˘·
Thresh out your wheat, nor does there fail8········
A certain freshness, as you said,8·/˘/˘···
And sweetness as of home-made bread.8·/˘·····
But not less sweet and not less fresh8········
Are many legends that I know,8·/˘/˘···
Writ by the monks of long-ago,8······˘/
Who loved to mortify the flesh,8···/˘···
So that the soul might purer grow,8·····/˘·
And rise to a diviner state;8····˘/˘·
And one of these--perhaps of all8····˘/··
Most beautiful--I now recall,8·/˘˘··˘/
And with permission will narrate;8··˘/˘·/·
Hoping thereby to make amends8/˘····˘/
For that grim tragedy of mine,8···/˘˘··
As strong and black as Spanish wine,8·····/˘·
I told last night, and wish almost8······/·
It had remained untold, my friends;8··˘/˘/··
For Torquemada's awful ghost8·····/˘·
Came to me in the dreams I dreamed,8········
And in the darkness glared and gleamed8···/˘···
Like a great lighthouse on the coast."8···/····
The Student laughing said: "Far more8·/˘/˘···
Like to some dismal fire of bale8···/˘/··
Flaring portentous on a hill;8/˘˘/˘···
Or torches lighted on a shore8·/˘/˘···
By wreckers in a midnight gale.8·/˘··/··
No matter; be it as you will,8·/˘·····
Only go forward with your tale."8/˘·/˘···

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