Tewkesbury Road
It is good to be out on the road, and going one knows not where,Going through meadow and village, one knows not whither nor why;Through the grey light drift of the dust, in the keen cool rush of theair,Under the flying white clouds, and the broad blue lift of the sky.
And to halt at the chattering brook, in the tall green fern at the brinkWhere the harebell grows, and the gorse, and the foxgloves purple andwhite;Where the shy-eyed delicate deer troop down to the brook to drinkWhen the stars are mellow and large at the coming on of the night.
O, to feel the beat of the rain, and the homely smell of the earth,Is a tune for the blood to jig to, a joy past power of words;And the blessed green comely meadows are all a-ripple with mirthAt the noise of the lambs at play and the dear wild cry of the birds.
Words in this poem
- whither adv.
- To what place; -- used interrogatively; as, whither goest thou [OE. whider. AS. hwider; akin to E. where, who; cf. Goth. hvadre whither. See Who, and cf. Hither, Thither.]
- chattering n.
- The act or habit of talking idly or rapidly, or of making inarticulate sounds; the sounds so made; noise made by the collision of the teeth; chatter.
- brink n.
- The edge, margin, or border of a steep place, as of a precipice; a bank or edge, as of a river or pit; a verge; a border; as, the brink of a chasm. Also Fig. [Dan. brink edge, verge; akin to Sw. brink declivity, hill, Icel. brekka; cf. LG. brink a grassy hill, W. bryn hill, bryncyn hillock.]
- harebell n.
- A small, slender, branching plant (Campanula rotundifolia), having blue bell-shaped flowers; also, Scilla nutans, which has similar flowers; -- called also bluebell.
- gorse n.
- Furze. See Furze. [OE. & AS. gorst; perh. akin to E. grow, grass.]
- homely a.
- Belonging to, or having the characteristics of, home; domestic; familiar; intimate. [From Home, n.]
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
About this text
Tewkesbury Road is in the public domain. This text is taken from The Story of a Round-House, and Other Poems, Project Gutenberg ebook #40717; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.
Cite as: John Masefield, Tewkesbury Road, in The Story of a Round-House, and Other Poems (1912), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #40717, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/masefield-round-house/tewkesbury-road.html, id L25020.
Form and metre
Tewkesbury Road is 14 lines in 3 stanzas. This poem did not settle on a metre of its own; the book it comes from is in iambic pentameter.
See other poems in iambic pentameter.
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 AB-AB whereA · whyB · the · airA · skyB
- 2 A-BAB brinkA · and · whiteB · drinkA · nightB
- 3 ABAB earthA · wordsB · mirthA · birdsB
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.
| Line | Syl. | Stress |
|---|---|---|
| It is good to be out on the road, and going one knows not where, | 15 | ··········/···· |
| Going through meadow and village, one knows not whither nor why; | 15 | /˘·/··/˘···/˘·· |
| Through the grey light drift of the dust, in the keen cool rush of the | 15 | ··············· |
| air, | 1 | · |
| Under the flying white clouds, and the broad blue lift of the sky. | 15 | ···/˘·········· |
| And to halt at the chattering brook, in the tall green fern at the brink | 16 | ·····/˘········· |
| Where the harebell grows, and the gorse, and the foxgloves purple and | 15 | ··/˘······/·/˘· |
| white; | 1 | · |
| Where the shy-eyed delicate deer troop down to the brook to drink | 15 | ····/˘˘········ |
| When the stars are mellow and large at the coming on of the night. | 16 | ····/˘····/˘···· |
| O, to feel the beat of the rain, and the homely smell of the earth, | 16 | ··········/˘···· |
| Is a tune for the blood to jig to, a joy past power of words; | 15 | ············/·· |
| And the blessed green comely meadows are all a-ripple with mirth | 15 | ····/˘/····/˘·· |
| At the noise of the lambs at play and the dear wild cry of the birds. | 16 | ················ |
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