They Are Blind

George MacDonald (1824–1905) · 1893

trochaic tetrameter · ABABCCC · 28 lines · from A Microcosm in Terza Rima, and Other Poems

They are blind, and they are dead:We will wake them as we go;There are words have not been said,There are sounds they do not know:We will pipe and we will sing--With the Music and the SpringSet their hearts a wondering!

They are tired of what is old,We will give it voices new;For the half hath not been toldOf the Beautiful and True.Drowsy eyelids shut and sleeping!Heavy eyes oppressed with weeping!Flashes through the lashes leaping!

Ye that have a pleasant voice,Hither come without delay;Ye will never have a choiceLike to that ye have to-day:Round the wide world we will go,Singing through the frost and snowTill the daisies are in blow.

Ye that cannot pipe or sing,Ye must also come with speed;Ye must come, and with you bringWeighty word and weightier deed--Helping hands and loving eyes!These will make them truly wise--Then will be our Paradise.

About this text

They Are Blind 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, They Are Blind, in A Microcosm in Terza Rima, and Other Poems (1893), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #9984, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/macdonald-poems/they-are-blind.html, id L22440.

Form and metre

They Are Blind is 28 lines in 4 stanzas of 7 lines each. The rhyme scheme is ABABCCC, complete in 3 of its 4 stanzas. The metre is trochaic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 88%).

See other poems in trochaic 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 ABABCCC deadA · goB · saidA · knowB · singC · springC · wonderingC
  2. 2 ABABCCC oldA · newB · toldA · trueB · sleepingC · weepingC · leapingC
  3. 3 ABABCCC voiceA · delayB · choiceA · dayB · goC · snowC · blowC
  4. 4 ABABCC- singA · speedB · bringA · deedB · eyesC · wiseC · paradise
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 trochaic tetrameter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
They are blind, and they are dead:7·······
We will wake them as we go;7·······
There are words have not been said,7·······
There are sounds they do not know:7·······
We will pipe and we will sing--7·······
With the Music and the Spring7··/˘···
Set their hearts a wondering!7····/˘˘
They are tired of what is old,7··/····
We will give it voices new;7····/˘·
For the half hath not been told7·······
Of the Beautiful and True.7··/˘˘··
Drowsy eyelids shut and sleeping!8/˘/···/˘
Heavy eyes oppressed with weeping!8/˘·˘/·/˘
Flashes through the lashes leaping!8/˘··/˘/˘
Ye that have a pleasant voice,7····/˘·
Hither come without delay;7/˘···˘/
Ye will never have a choice7··/˘···
Like to that ye have to-day:7·······
Round the wide world we will go,7·······
Singing through the frost and snow7/˘·····
Till the daisies are in blow.7··/˘···
Ye that cannot pipe or sing,7··/˘···
Ye must also come with speed;7··/˘···
Ye must come, and with you bring7·······
Weighty word and weightier deed--7/˘·····
Helping hands and loving eyes!7/˘··/˘·
These will make them truly wise--7····/˘·
Then will be our Paradise.7···//˘·

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