Twilight

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

common measure · 24 lines · from The Complete Poetical Works

The twilight is sad and cloudy,The wind blows wild and free,And like the wings of sea-birdsFlash the white caps of the sea.

But in the fisherman's cottageThere shines a ruddier light,And a little face at the windowPeers out into the night.

Close, close it is pressed to the window,As if those childish eyesWere looking into the darkness,To see some form arise.

And a woman's waving shadowIs passing to and fro,Now rising to the ceiling,Now bowing and bending low.

What tale do the roaring ocean,And the night-wind, bleak and wild,As they beat at the crazy casement,Tell to that little child?

And why do the roaring ocean,And the night-wind, wild and bleak,As they beat at the heart of the mother,Drive the color from her cheek?

Words in this poem

casement n.
A window sash opening on hinges affixed to the upright side of the frame into which it is fitted. (Poetically) A window. [Shortened fr. encasement. See Incase 1st Case, and cf. Incasement.]

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

About this text

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Form and metre

Twilight is 24 lines in 6 stanzas of 4 lines each. The metre is common measure, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 81%). 91% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 7.4 syllables. 10 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 21% 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 -A-A cloudy · freeA · birds · seaA
  2. 2 -A-A cottage · lightA · window · nightA
  3. 3 -A-A window · eyesA · darkness · ariseA
  4. 4 AA-A shadowA · froA · ceiling · lowA
  5. 5 -A-A ocean · wildA · casement · childA
  6. 6 -A-A ocean · bleakA · mother · cheekA
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
The twilight is sad and cloudy,8·/····/˘
The wind blows wild and free,6······
And like the wings of sea-birds7·······
Flash the white caps of the sea.7·······
But in the fisherman's cottage8···/˘˘/˘
There shines a ruddier light,6······
And a little face at the window9··/˘···/˘
Peers out into the night.6······
Close, close it is pressed to the window,10·····˘··/˘
As if those childish eyes6···/˘·
Were looking into the darkness,8·/˘···/˘
To see some form arise.6····˘/
And a woman's waving shadow8··/˘/˘/·
Is passing to and fro,6·/˘···
Now rising to the ceiling,7·/˘··/˘
Now bowing and bending low.7·/˘·/˘·
What tale do the roaring ocean,8····/˘/˘
And the night-wind, bleak and wild,7·······
As they beat at the crazy casement,9·····/˘/˘
Tell to that little child?6···/˘·
And why do the roaring ocean,8····/˘/˘
And the night-wind, wild and bleak,7·······
As they beat at the heart of the mother,10········/˘
Drive the color from her cheek?7··/˘···

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