In Cloak of Grey

Alfred Noyes (1880–1958) · 1913

iambic tetrameter · ABABCC · 24 lines · from Collected Poems, Volume One

Love's a pilgrim, cloaked in grey,And his feet are pierced and bleeding:Have ye seen him pass this waySorrowfully pleading?Ye that weep the world away,Have ye seen King Love to-day?--

Yea, we saw him; but he camePoppy-crowned and white of limb!Song had touched his lips with flame,And his eyes were drowsed and dim;And we kissed the hours awayTill night grew rosier than the day.--

Hath he left you?--Yea, he left usA little while ago,Of his laughter quite bereft usAnd his limbs of snow;We know not why he went awayWho ruled our revels yesterday.--

Because ye did not understandLove cometh from afar,A pilgrim out of Holy LandGuided by a star:Last night he came in cloak of grey,Begging. Ye knew him not: he went his way.

Words in this poem

rosier n.
A rosebush; roses, collectively. [F., fr. L. rosarius of roses. Cf. Rosary.]
went n.
Course; way; path; journey; direction.
afar adv.
At, to, or from a great distance; far away; -- often used with from preceding, or off following; as, he was seen from afar; I saw him afar off. [Pref. a-.(for on or of) + far.]

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

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Form and metre

In Cloak of Grey is 24 lines in 4 stanzas of 6 lines each. The rhyme scheme is ABABCC, complete in 3 of its 4 stanzas. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 88%).

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 ABABAA greyA · bleedingB · wayA · pleadingB · awayA · dayA
  2. 2 ABABCC cameA · limbB · flameA · dimB · awayC · dayC
  3. 3 ABABCC usA · agoB · usA · snowB · awayC · yesterdayC
  4. 4 ABABCC understandA · afarB · landA · starB · greyC · wayC
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
Love's a pilgrim, cloaked in grey,7··/˘···
And his feet are pierced and bleeding:9·····˘·/˘
Have ye seen him pass this way7·······
Sorrowfully pleading?6····/˘
Ye that weep the world away,7·····˘/
Have ye seen King Love to-day?--7·······
Yea, we saw him; but he came7·······
Poppy-crowned and white of limb!7/˘·····
Song had touched his lips with flame,7·······
And his eyes were drowsed and dim;7·······
And we kissed the hours away9···˘·/˘˘/
Till night grew rosier than the day.--9···/˘˘···
Hath he left you?--Yea, he left us8········
A little while ago,6·/˘·˘/
Of his laughter quite bereft us8··/˘·˘/·
And his limbs of snow;5·····
We know not why he went away8······˘/
Who ruled our revels yesterday.--10··˘/˘/˘/˘·
Because ye did not understand8······˘/
Love cometh from afar,6·/˘·˘/
A pilgrim out of Holy Land8·/˘··/˘·
Guided by a star:5/˘···
Last night he came in cloak of grey,8········
Begging. Ye knew him not: he went his way.10/˘········

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