A Dream

Mary E. Burt (1850–1918) · 1904

trochaic tetrameter · AABB · 20 lines · from Poems Every Child Should Know

Once a dream did wave a shadeO’er my angel-guarded bed,That an emmet lost its wayWhen on grass methought I lay.

Troubled, ’wildered, and forlorn,Dark, benighted, travel-worn,Over many a tangled spray,All heart-broke, I heard her say:

“Oh, my children! do they cry?Do they hear their father sigh?Now they look abroad to see.Now return and weep for me.”

Pitying, I dropped a tear;But I saw a glow-worm near,Who replied, “What wailing wightCalls the watchman of the night?

“I am set to light the groundWhile the beetle goes his round.Follow now the beetle’s hum--Little wanderer, hie thee home!”

Words in this poem

emmet n.
An ant. Emmet hunter (Zoöl.), the wryneck. [OE. emete, amete, AS. æmete. See Ant.]
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]
broke v. i.
To transact business for another. Brome. [See Broker, and cf. Brook.]
pitying a.
Expressing pity; as, a pitying eye, glance, or word.
wight n.
A whit; a bit; a jot. [OE. wight, wiht, a wight, a whit, AS. wiht, wuht, a creature, a thing; skin to D. wicht a child, OS. & OHG. wiht a creature, thing, G. wicht a creature, Icel. v]
watchman n.
One set to watch; a person who keeps guard; a guard; a sentinel.

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

About this text

A Dream is in the public domain. This text is taken from Poems Every Child Should Know The What-Every-Child-Should-Know-Library, Project Gutenberg ebook #16436; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Mary E. Burt, A Dream, in Poems Every Child Should Know (1904), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #16436, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/poems-every-child/a-dream.html, id L25228.

Form and metre

A Dream is 20 lines in 5 stanzas of 4 lines each. Every stanza rhymes AABB. The metre is trochaic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 92%).

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 AABB shadeA · bedA · wayB · layB
  2. 2 AABB forlornA · wornA · sprayB · sayB
  3. 3 AABB cryA · sighA · seeB · meB
  4. 4 AABB tearA · nearA · wightB · nightB
  5. 5 AABB groundA · roundA · humB · homeB
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
Once a dream did wave a shade7·······
O’er my angel-guarded bed,7··/˘/˘·
That an emmet lost its way7··/˘···
When on grass methought I lay.7···˘/··
Troubled, ’wildered, and forlorn,8/˘˘/˘·˘/
Dark, benighted, travel-worn,7·˘/˘/˘·
Over many a tangled spray,8··/˘·/˘·
All heart-broke, I heard her say:7·······
“Oh, my children! do they cry?7··/˘···
Do they hear their father sigh?7····/˘·
Now they look abroad to see.7···˘/··
Now return and weep for me.”7·˘/····
Pitying, I dropped a tear;8/˘˘··˘··
But I saw a glow-worm near,7·······
Who replied, “What wailing wight7·˘/·/˘·
Calls the watchman of the night?7··/˘···
“I am set to light the ground7·······
While the beetle goes his round.7··/˘···
Follow now the beetle’s hum--7/˘··/˘·
Little wanderer, hie thee home!”8/˘/˘˘···

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