A Fear

George MacDonald (1824–1905) · 1893

common measure · ABAB · 24 lines · from A Microcosm in Terza Rima, and Other Poems

O Mother Earth, I have a fearWhich I would tell to thee--Softly and gently in thine earWhen the moon and we are three.

Thy grass and flowers are beautiful;Among thy trees I hide;And underneath the moonlight coolThy sea looks broad and wide;

But this I fear--lest thou shouldst growTo me so small and strange,So distant I should never knowOn thee a shade of change,

Although great earthquakes should upliftDeep mountains from their base,And thy continual motion shiftThe lands upon thy face;--

The grass, the flowers, the dews that lieUpon them as before--Driven upwards evermore, lest IShould love these things no more.

Even now thou dimly hast a placeIn deep star galaxies!And I, driven ever on through space,Have lost thee in the skies!

Words in this poem

uplift v. t.
To lift or raise aloft; to raise; to elevate; as, to uplift the arm; to uplift a rock.
evermore adv.
During eternity; always; forever; for an indefinite period; at all times; -- often used substantively with for.
dimly adv.
In a dim or obscure manner; not brightly or clearly; with imperfect sight.
hast
, 2d pers. sing. pres. of. Fave, contr. of havest.

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

About this text

A Fear is in the public domain. This text is taken from The poetical works of George MacDonald in two volumes — Volume 2, Project Gutenberg ebook #9984; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: George MacDonald, A Fear, in A Microcosm in Terza Rima, and Other Poems (1893), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #9984, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/macdonald-poems/a-fear.html, id L22418.

Form and metre

A Fear is 24 lines in 6 stanzas of 4 lines each. Every stanza rhymes ABAB. The metre is common measure, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 85%).

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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 ABAB fearA · theeB · earA · threeB
  2. 2 ABAB beautifulA · hideB · coolA · wideB
  3. 3 ABAB growA · strangeB · knowA · changeB
  4. 4 ABAB upliftA · baseB · shiftA · faceB
  5. 5 ABAB lieA · beforeB · iA · moreB
  6. 6 ABAB placeA · galaxiesB · spaceA · skiesB
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
O Mother Earth, I have a fear8·/˘·····
Which I would tell to thee--6······
Softly and gently in thine ear8/˘·/˘···
When the moon and we are three.7·······
Thy grass and flowers are beautiful;9···/˘·/˘˘
Among thy trees I hide;6······
And underneath the moonlight cool8··˘/·/··
Thy sea looks broad and wide;6······
But this I fear--lest thou shouldst grow8········
To me so small and strange,6······
So distant I should never know8·/˘··/˘·
On thee a shade of change,6······
Although great earthquakes should uplift8···/··/˘
Deep mountains from their base,6·/˘···
And thy continual motion shift9··˘/˘˘/˘·
The lands upon thy face;--6······
The grass, the flowers, the dews that lie9···/˘····
Upon them as before--6······
Driven upwards evermore, lest I9/˘/˘/˘···
Should love these things no more.6······
Even now thou dimly hast a place9/˘··/˘···
In deep star galaxies!6···/˘˘
And I, driven ever on through space,9··/˘/˘···
Have lost thee in the skies!6······

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