To-Morrow

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

iambic pentameter · 14 lines · from The Complete Poetical Works

'T is late at night, and in the realm of sleepMy little lambs are folded like the flocks;From room to room I hear the wakeful clocksChallenge the passing hour, like guards that keepTheir solitary watch on tower and steep;Far off I hear the crowing of the cocks,And through the opening door that time unlocksFeel the fresh breathing of To-morrow creep.To-morrow! the mysterious, unknown guest,Who cries to me: "Remember Barmecide,And tremble to be happy with the rest."And I make answer: "I am satisfied;I dare not ask; I know not what is best;God hath already said what shall betide."

Words in this poem

wakeful a.
Not sleeping; indisposed to sleep; watchful; vigilant.
barmecide n.
One who proffers some illusory advantage or benefit. Also used as an adj.: Barmecidal. [A prince of the Barmecide family, who, as related in the "Arabian Nights' Tales", pretended to set before the hungry Shacabac food, on which the latter pretende]
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,]
betide v. t.
To happen to; to befall; to come to ; as, woe betide the wanderer. [OE. bitiden; pref. bi-, be- + tiden, fr. AS. tidan, to happen, fr. tid time. See Tide.]

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

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Form and metre

To-Morrow is 14 lines in a single stanza. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 88%). 94% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 10.1 syllables. 1 line ends on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 29% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

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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 ABBAAB-ACDCDCD sleepA · flocksB · clocksB · keepA · steepA · cocksB · unlocks · creepA · guestC · barmecideD · restC · satisfiedD · bestC · betideD
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
'T is late at night, and in the realm of sleep11···········
My little lambs are folded like the flocks;10·/˘··/˘···
From room to room I hear the wakeful clocks10·······/˘·
Challenge the passing hour, like guards that keep10/˘·/˘/····
Their solitary watch on tower and steep;10·/˘·˘··/··
Far off I hear the crowing of the cocks,10·····/˘···
And through the opening door that time unlocks10···/˘···˘/
Feel the fresh breathing of To-morrow creep.10···/˘··/˘·
To-morrow! the mysterious, unknown guest,10·/˘·˘/˘˘/·
Who cries to me: "Remember Barmecide,10····˘/˘/˘˘
And tremble to be happy with the rest."10·/˘··/˘···
And I make answer: "I am satisfied;10···/˘··/˘·
I dare not ask; I know not what is best;10··········
God hath already said what shall betide."10··˘/˘···˘/

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