July II

George Meredith (1828–1909) · 1851–1862

trochaic tetrameter · 20 lines · from Poems, Volume I

Sweet July, warm July!Month when mosses near the stream,Soft green mosses thick and shy,Are a rapture and a dream.Summer Queen! whose foot the fernFades beneath while chestnuts burn;I welcome thee with thy fierce love,Gloom below and gleam above.Though all the forest trees hang dumb,With dense leafiness o’ercome;Though the nightingale and thrush,Pipe not from the bough or bush;Come to me with thy lustrous eye,Azure-melting westerly,The raptures of thy face unfold,And welcome in thy robes of gold!Tho’ the nightingale broods—‘sweet-chuck-sweet’—And the ouzel flutes so chill,Tho’ the throstle gives but one shrilly trillTo the nightingale’s ‘sweet-sweet.’

Words in this poem

leafiness n.
The state of being leafy.
westerly a.
Of or pertaining to the west; toward the west; coming from the west; western.
chuck v. i.
To make a noise resembling that of a hen when she calls her chickens; to cluck. [Imitative of the sound.]
throstle n.
The song thrush. See under Song. [OE. throsel, AS. , ; akin to MHG. trostel, G. drossel, Icel. , Sw. trast, Lith. strazdas, L. turdus. *238. Cf. Thrush the bird.]
shrilly a.
Somewhat shrill.

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

About this text

July II is in the public domain. This text is taken from Poems — Volume 1, Project Gutenberg ebook #1381; 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 Meredith, July II, in Poems, Volume I (1851–1862), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #1381, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/meredith-poems/july-ii.html, id L13164.

Form and metre

July II is 20 lines in a single stanza. The metre is trochaic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 78%). 89% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 7.5 syllables. 1 line ends on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 10% 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 ABABCCDDEE--A-FFGHHG julyA · streamB · shyA · dreamB · fernC · burnC · loveD · aboveD · dumbE · o'ercomeE · thrush · bush · eyeA · westerly · unfoldF · goldF · sweetG · chillH · trillH · sweetG
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
Sweet July, warm July!6·˘/··/
Month when mosses near the stream,7··/˘···
Soft green mosses thick and shy,7··/˘···
Are a rapture and a dream.7··/˘···
Summer Queen! whose foot the fern7/˘·····
Fades beneath while chestnuts burn;7····/˘·
I welcome thee with thy fierce love,8·/˘·····
Gloom below and gleam above.7·······
Though all the forest trees hang dumb,8···/˘···
With dense leafiness o’ercome;7··/˘˘··
Though the nightingale and thrush,7··/˘˘··
Pipe not from the bough or bush;7·······
Come to me with thy lustrous eye,8·····/˘·
Azure-melting westerly,7/˘/˘/˘˘
The raptures of thy face unfold,8·/˘···˘/
And welcome in thy robes of gold!8·/˘·····
Tho’ the nightingale broods—‘sweet-chuck-sweet’—9··/˘˘····
And the ouzel flutes so chill,7··/˘···
Tho’ the throstle gives but one shrilly trill10··/˘···/˘·
To the nightingale’s ‘sweet-sweet.’7··/˘˘··

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