The Middle Watch

Henry John Newbolt (1862–1938) · 1912

iambic tetrameter · 28 lines · from Poems: New and Old

In a blue dusk the ship asternUplifts her slender spars,With golden lights that seem to burnAmong the silver stars.Like fleets along a cloudy shoreThe constellations creep,Like planets on the ocean floorOur silent course we keep.

And over the endless plain,Out of the night forlornRises a faint refrain,A song of the day to be born--Watch, oh watch till ye find againLife and the land of morn.

From a dim West to a dark EastOur lines unwavering head,As if their motion long had ceasedAnd Time itself were dead.

Vainly we watch the deep below,Vainly the void above,They died a thousand years ago--Life and the land we love.

But over the endless plain,Out of the night forlornRises a faint refrain,A song of the day to be born--Watch, oh watch till ye find againLife and the land of morn.

Words in this poem

forlorn a.
Deserted abandoned; lost. [OE., p.p. of forlesen to lose utterly, AS. forleósan (p.p. forloren); pref. for- + leósan (in comp.) to lose; cf. D. verliezen to lose, G. verlieren, Sw. förlor]
morn n.
The first part of the day; the morning; -- used chiefly in poetry. [OE. morwen, morgen, AS. morgen; akin to D. morgen, OS. morgan, G. morgen, Icel. morginn, morgunn, Sw. morgon, Dan. morgen, Goth. maúrgins. Cf. Morrow, Morning.]

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

About this text

The Middle Watch is in the public domain. This text is taken from Poems: New and Old, Project Gutenberg ebook #24405; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Henry John Newbolt, The Middle Watch, in Poems: New and Old (1912), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #24405, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/newbolt-poems/the-middle-watch.html, id L11379.

Form and metre

The Middle Watch is 28 lines in 5 stanzas. The commonest rhyme scheme is ABABAB, in 2 of the 5 stanzas; the rest vary or could not be confirmed. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 90%). 94% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 7.1 syllables. 1 line ends on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 36% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

See other poems in iambic 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-ABCBC astern · sparsA · burn · starsA · shoreB · creepC · floorB · keepC
  2. 2 ABABAB plainA · forlornB · refrainA · bornB · againA · mornB
  3. 3 ABAB eastA · headB · ceasedA · deadB
  4. 4 ABAB belowA · aboveB · agoA · loveB
  5. 5 ABABAB plainA · forlornB · refrainA · bornB · againA · mornB
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 tetrameter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
In a blue dusk the ship astern8······˘/
Uplifts her slender spars,6/˘·/˘·
With golden lights that seem to burn8·/˘·····
Among the silver stars.6···/˘·
Like fleets along a cloudy shore8··˘/·/˘·
The constellations creep,6··˘/˘·
Like planets on the ocean floor8·/˘··/˘·
Our silent course we keep.7/˘/˘···
And over the endless plain,7····/˘·
Out of the night forlorn6····˘/
Rises a faint refrain,6/˘··˘/
A song of the day to be born--8········
Watch, oh watch till ye find again8······˘/
Life and the land of morn.6······
From a dim West to a dark East8········
Our lines unwavering head,8/˘·˘/˘˘·
As if their motion long had ceased9···/˘···˘
And Time itself were dead.6··˘/··
Vainly we watch the deep below,8/˘······
Vainly the void above,6/˘····
They died a thousand years ago--8···/˘·˘/
Life and the land we love.6······
But over the endless plain,7····/˘·
Out of the night forlorn6····˘/
Rises a faint refrain,6/˘··˘/
A song of the day to be born--8········
Watch, oh watch till ye find again8······˘/
Life and the land of morn.6······

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