Song

George Meredith (1828–1909) · 1851–1862

trochaic tetrameter · ABACCBDAAD · 30 lines · from Poems, Volume I

COME to me in any shape!As a victor crown’d with vine,In thy curls the clustering grape,—Or a vanquished slave:’Tis thy coming that I crave,And thy folding serpent twine,Close and dumb;Ne’er from that would I escape;Come to me in any shape!Only come!

Only come, and in my breastHide thy shame or show thy pride;In my bosom be caressed,Never more to part;Come into my yearning heart;I, the serpent, golden-eyed,Twine round thee;Twine thee with no venomed test;Absence makes the venomed nest;Come to me!

Come to me, my lover, come!Violets on the tender stemDie and wither in their bloom,Under dewy grass;Come, my lover, or, alas!I shall die, shall die like them,Frail and lone;Come to me, my lover, come!Let thy bosom be my tomb:Come, my own!

Words in this poem

crave v. t.
To ask with earnestness or importunity; to ask with submission or humility; to beg; to entreat; to beseech; to implore. [AS. crafian; akin to Icel. krefia, Sw. kr, Dan. kr.]
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,]
lone n.
A lane. See Loanin.

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

About this text

Song 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, Song, in Poems, Volume I (1851–1862), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #1381, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/meredith-poems/song-9.html, id L18593.

Form and metre

Song is 30 lines in 3 stanzas of 10 lines each. The rhyme scheme is ABACCBDAAD, complete in 2 of its 3 stanzas. The metre is trochaic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 93%). 98% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 6.1 syllables. 7% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

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 ABACCBDAAD shapeA · vineB · grapeA · slaveC · craveC · twineB · dumbD · escapeA · shapeA · comeD
  2. 2 ABACCBDAAD breastA · prideB · caressedA · partC · heartC · eyedB · theeD · testA · nestA · meD
  3. 3 AABCCADABD comeA · stemA · bloomB · grassC · alasC · themA · loneD · comeA · tombB · ownD
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
COME to me in any shape!7····/˘·
As a victor crown’d with vine,7··/˘···
In thy curls the clustering grape,—8····/˘˘·
Or a vanquished slave:5··/˘·
’Tis thy coming that I crave,7··/˘···
And thy folding serpent twine,7··/˘/˘·
Close and dumb;3···
Ne’er from that would I escape;7·····˘/
Come to me in any shape!7····/˘·
Only come!3/˘·
Only come, and in my breast7/˘·····
Hide thy shame or show thy pride;7·······
In my bosom be caressed,7··/˘·˘/
Never more to part;5/˘···
Come into my yearning heart;7····/˘·
I, the serpent, golden-eyed,7··/˘/˘·
Twine round thee;3···
Twine thee with no venomed test;7····/˘·
Absence makes the venomed nest;7/˘··/˘·
Come to me!3···
Come to me, my lover, come!7····/˘·
Violets on the tender stem8/˘˘··/˘·
Die and wither in their bloom,7··/˘···
Under dewy grass;5··/˘·
Come, my lover, or, alas!7··/˘·˘/
I shall die, shall die like them,7·······
Frail and lone;3···
Come to me, my lover, come!7····/˘·
Let thy bosom be my tomb:7··/˘···
Come, my own!3···

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