To a February Primrose

George MacDonald (1824–1905) · 1893

iambic pentameter · 14 lines · from A Microcosm in Terza Rima, and Other Poems

I know not what among the grass thou art,Thy nature, nor thy substance, fairest flower,Nor what to other eyes thou hast of powerTo send thine image through them to the heart;But when I push the frosty leaves apartAnd see thee hiding in thy wintry bowerThou growest up within me from that hour,And through the snow I with the spring depart.

I have no words. But fragrant is the breath,Pale beauty, of thy second life within.There is a wind that cometh for thy death,But thou a life immortal dost begin,Where in one soul, which is thy heaven, shall dwellThy spirit, beautiful Unspeakable!

Words in this poem

hast
, 2d pers. sing. pres. of. Fave, contr. of havest.
wintry a.
Suitable to winter; resembling winter, or what belongs to winter; brumal; hyemal; cold; stormy; wintery. [AS. wintrig.]
depart v. i.
To part; to divide; to separate. [OE. departen to divide, part, depart, F. départir to divide, distribute, se départir to separate one's self, depart; pref. dé- (L. de) + partir to part, depart,]
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,]
dwell v. i.
To delay; to linger. [OE. dwellen, dwelien, to err, linger, AS. dwellan to deceive, hinder, delay, dwelian to err; akin to Icel. dvelja to delay, tarry, Sw. dväljas to dwell, Dan. dv]

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

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To a February Primrose 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.

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Form and metre

To a February Primrose is 14 lines in 2 stanzas. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 90%).

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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 ABBAABBA artA · flowerB · powerB · heartA · apartA · bowerB · hourB · departA
  2. 2 ABABCC breathA · withinB · deathA · beginB · dwellC · unspeakableC
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
I know not what among the grass thou art,10··········
Thy nature, nor thy substance, fairest flower,11·/˘··/˘/˘/˘
Nor what to other eyes thou hast of power11···/˘····/˘
To send thine image through them to the heart;10···/˘·····
But when I push the frosty leaves apart10·····/˘·˘/
And see thee hiding in thy wintry bower11···/˘··/˘/˘
Thou growest up within me from that hour,11·/˘······/˘
And through the snow I with the spring depart.10········˘/
I have no words. But fragrant is the breath,10·····/˘···
Pale beauty, of thy second life within.10·/˘··/˘···
There is a wind that cometh for thy death,10·····/˘···
But thou a life immortal dost begin,10····˘/˘·˘/
Where in one soul, which is thy heaven, shall dwell10·······/··
Thy spirit, beautiful Unspeakable!10·/˘/˘˘˘/˘˘

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