Wraith

Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892–1950) · 1923

trochaic tetrameter · 26 lines · from Poems

“Thin Rain, whom are you haunting,That you haunt my door?”--Surely it is not I she’s wanting;Someone living here before--“Nobody’s in the house but me:You may come in if you like and see.”

Thin as thread, with exquisite fingers,--Have you seen her, any of you?--Grey shawl, and leaning on the wind,And the garden showing through?

Glimmering eyes,--and silent, mostly,Sort of a whisper, sort of a purr,Asking something, asking it over,If you get a sound from her.--

Ever see her, any of you?--Strangest thing I’ve ever known,--Every night since I moved in,And I came to be alone.

“Thin Rain, hush with your knocking!You may not come in!This is I that you hear rocking;Nobody’s with me, nor has been!”

Curious, how she tried the window,--Odd, the way she tries the door,--Wonder just what sort of peopleCould have had this house before....

Words in this poem

purr v. i.
To murmur as a cat. See Pur.
curious a.
Difficult to please or satisfy; solicitous to be correct; careful; scrupulous; nice; exact. [OF. curios, curius, F. curieux, L. curiosus careful, inquisitive, fr. cura care. See Cure.]

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

About this text

Wraith is in the public domain. This text is taken from Poems, Project Gutenberg ebook #59167; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Edna St. Vincent Millay, Wraith, in Poems (1923), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #59167, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/millay-poems/wraith.html, id L24374.

Form and metre

Wraith is 26 lines in 6 stanzas. The metre is trochaic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 83%).

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 -A-ABB haunting · doorA · wanting · beforeA · meB · seeB
  2. 2 -A-A fingers · youA · wind · throughA
  3. 3 -A-A mostly · purrA · over · herA
  4. 4 -AAA you · knownA · inA · aloneA
  5. 5 ABAB knockingA · inB · rockingA · beenB
  6. 6 -A-A window · doorA · people · beforeA
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
“Thin Rain, whom are you haunting,7·····/˘
That you haunt my door?”5·····
--Surely it is not I she’s wanting;9/˘·····/˘
Someone living here before--7/·/˘···
“Nobody’s in the house but me:8/·······
You may come in if you like and see.”9·········
Thin as thread, with exquisite fingers,--9····/˘˘/˘
Have you seen her, any of you?--8····/˘··
Grey shawl, and leaning on the wind,8···/˘···
And the garden showing through?7··/˘/˘·
Glimmering eyes,--and silent, mostly,9/˘˘··/˘/˘
Sort of a whisper, sort of a purr,9···/˘····
Asking something, asking it over,8/˘/˘/˘··
If you get a sound from her.--7·······
Ever see her, any of you?--8/˘··/˘··
Strangest thing I’ve ever known,--7/˘··/˘·
Every night since I moved in,8/˘˘·····
And I came to be alone.7·····˘/
“Thin Rain, hush with your knocking!7·····/˘
You may not come in!5·····
This is I that you hear rocking;8······/˘
Nobody’s with me, nor has been!”8/·······
Curious, how she tried the window,--9/˘˘····/˘
Odd, the way she tries the door,--7·······
Wonder just what sort of people8/˘····/˘
Could have had this house before....7·······

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