Sleep

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

iambic pentameter · Italian sonnet · 14 lines · from The Complete Poetical Works

Lull me to sleep, ye winds, whose fitful soundSeems from some faint Aeolian harp-string caught;Seal up the hundred wakeful eyes of thoughtAs Hermes with his lyre in sleep profoundThe hundred wakeful eyes of Argus bound;For I am weary, and am overwroughtWith too much toil, with too much care distraught,And with the iron crown of anguish crowned.Lay thy soft hand upon my brow and cheek,O peaceful Sleep! until from pain releasedI breathe again uninterrupted breath!Ah, with what subtile meaning did the GreekCall thee the lesser mystery at the feastWhereof the greater mystery is death!

Words in this poem

lull v. t.
To cause to rest by soothing influences; to compose; to calm; to soothe; to quiet. [Akin to OD. lullen to sing to sleep, G. lullen, Dan. lulle, Sw. lulla; all of imitative origin. Cf. Loll, Lollard.]
fitful a.
Full of fits; irregularly variable; impulsive and unstable. [From 7th Fit.]
wakeful a.
Not sleeping; indisposed to sleep; watchful; vigilant.
argus n.
A fabulous being of antiquity, said to have had a hundred eyes, who has placed by Juno to guard Io. His eyes were transplanted to the peacock's tail.
overwrought p. p.
Wrought upon excessively; overworked; overexcited.
distraught p. p.
Torn asunder; separated. [OE. distract, distrauht. See Distract, a.]
whereof adv.
Of which; of whom; formerly, also, with which; -- used relatively.

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

About this text

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Form and metre

Sleep is 14 lines in a single stanza. It rhymes ABBAABBACDECDE, the pattern of the Italian sonnet. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 89%). 97% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 9.9 syllables. 50% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

See other Italian sonnets, 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. 1 ABBAABBACDECDE soundA · caughtB · thoughtB · profoundA · boundA · overwroughtB · distraughtB · crownedA · cheekC · releasedD · breathE · greekC · feastD · deathE
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.

LineSyl.Stress
Lull me to sleep, ye winds, whose fitful sound10·······/˘·
Seems from some faint Aeolian harp-string caught;9·········
Seal up the hundred wakeful eyes of thought10···/˘/˘···
As Hermes with his lyre in sleep profound10·/˘·····˘/
The hundred wakeful eyes of Argus bound;10·/˘/˘··/˘·
For I am weary, and am overwrought10···/˘···˘/
With too much toil, with too much care distraught,10········˘/
And with the iron crown of anguish crowned.9···/··/˘·
Lay thy soft hand upon my brow and cheek,10··········
O peaceful Sleep! until from pain released10·/˘·····˘/
I breathe again uninterrupted breath!9··˘/·˘/˘·
Ah, with what subtile meaning did the Greek10···/˘/˘···
Call thee the lesser mystery at the feast10···/˘/˘···
Whereof the greater mystery is death!9···/˘/˘··

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