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The Sands of Dee

Mary E. Burt (1850–1918) · 1904

iambic trimeter · AAABAB · 24 lines · from Poems Every Child Should Know

“O Mary, go and call the cattle home,And call the cattle home,And call the cattle home,Across the sands of Dee.”The western wind was wild and dark with foamAnd all alone went she.

The western tide crept up along the sand,And o’er and o’er the sand,And round and round the sand,As far as eye could see.The rolling mist came down and hid the land;And never home came she.Oh! is it weed, or fish, or floating hair,--A tress of golden hair,A drownèd maiden’s hair,Above the nets at sea?Was never salmon yet that shone so fairAmong the stakes on Dee.

They rowed her in across the rolling foam,The cruel crawling foam,The cruel hungry foam,To her grave beside the sea.But still the boatmen hear her call the cattle homeAcross the sands of Dee.

Words in this poem

went n.: Course; way; path; journey; direction.
tress n.: A braid, knot, or curl, of hair; a ringlet. [OE. tresse, OF. trece, F. tresse, LL. tricia, fr. Gr. tri`cha threefold, because a tress is usually formed by interlacing three pieces; akin to trei^s three. Se]

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

About this text

The Sands of Dee 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, The Sands of Dee, in Poems Every Child Should Know (1904), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #16436, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/poems-every-child/the-sands-of-dee.html, id L25302.

Form and metre

The Sands of Dee is 24 lines in 3 stanzas. The rhyme scheme is AAABAB, complete in 2 of its 3 stanzas. The metre is iambic trimeter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 97%).

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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 AAABAB home^A · home^A · home^A · dee^B · foam^A · she^B
2 AAABABCCCBCB sand^A · sand^A · sand^A · see^B · land^A · she^B · hair^C · hair^C · hair^C · sea^B · fair^C · dee^B
3 AAABAB foam^A · foam^A · foam^A · sea^B · home^A · dee^B

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 trimeter. How this is done.

Line	Syl.	Stress
“O Mary, go and call the cattle home,	10	·/˘····/˘·
And call the cattle home,	6	···/˘·
And call the cattle home,	6	···/˘·
Across the sands of Dee.”	6	˘/····
The western wind was wild and dark with foam	10	·/˘·······
And all alone went she.	6	··˘/··
The western tide crept up along the sand,	10	·/˘···˘/··
And o’er and o’er the sand,	6	······
And round and round the sand,	6	······
As far as eye could see.	6	······
The rolling mist came down and hid the land;	10	·/˘·······
And never home came she.	6	·/˘···
Oh! is it weed, or fish, or floating hair,--	10	·······/˘·
A tress of golden hair,	6	···/˘·
A drownèd maiden’s hair,	5	··/˘·
Above the nets at sea?	6	······
Was never salmon yet that shone so fair	9	·//˘·····
Among the stakes on Dee.	6	······
They rowed her in across the rolling foam,	10	····˘/·/˘·
The cruel crawling foam,	6	·/˘/˘·
The cruel hungry foam,	6	·/˘/˘·
To her grave beside the sea.	7	···˘/··
But still the boatmen hear her call the cattle home	12	·········/˘·
Across the sands of Dee.	6	˘/····

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