Xenia

Ezra Pound (1885–1972) · 1909

iambic pentameter · 8 lines · from Personae

AndUnto thine eyes my heartSendeth old dreams of the spring-time,Yea of wood-ways my rimeFound thee and flowers in and of all streamsThat sang low burthen, and of roses,That lost their dew-bowed petals for the dreamsWe scattered o'er them passing by.

Words in this poem

rime n.
A rent or long aperture; a chink; a fissure; a crack. Sir T. [L. rima.]

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

About this text

Xenia is in the public domain. This text is taken from Personae, Project Gutenberg ebook #41162; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Ezra Pound, Xenia, in Personae (1909), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #41162, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/pound-personae/xenia.html, id L01211.

Form and metre

Xenia is 8 lines in a single stanza. 95% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 7.4 syllables. 1 line ends on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 62% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

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 --AAB-B- and · heart · timeA · rimeA · streamsB · roses · dreamsB · by
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. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
And1·
Unto thine eyes my heart6······
Sendeth old dreams of the spring-time,8/˘······
Yea of wood-ways my rime6······
Found thee and flowers in and of all streams10···/˘·····
That sang low burthen, and of roses,9···/˘··/˘
That lost their dew-bowed petals for the dreams10·····/˘···
We scattered o'er them passing by.8·/˘··/˘·

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