A Lost Chord

Adelaide Anne Procter (1825–1864) · 1861

iambic tetrameter · 28 lines · from Legends and Lyrics: Second Series

Seated one day at the Organ,I was weary and ill at ease,And my fingers wandered idlyOver the noisy keys.

I do not know what I was playing,Or what I was dreaming then;But I struck one chord of music,Like the sound of a great Amen.

It flooded the crimson twilightLike the close of an Angel's Psalm,And it lay on my fevered spiritWith a touch of infinite calm.

It quieted pain and sorrow,Like love overcoming strife;It seemed the harmonious echoFrom our discordant life.

It linked all perplexed meaningsInto one perfect peace,And trembled away into silenceAs if it were loth to cease.

I have sought, but I seek it vainly,That one lost chord divine,Which came from the soul of the Organ,And entered into mine.

It may be that Death's bright angelWill speak in that chord again,--It may be that only in HeavenI shall hear that grand Amen.

Words in this poem

amen interj.
An expression used at the end of prayers, and meaning, So be it. At the end of a creed, it is a solemn asseveration of belief. [L. amen, Gr. am certainly, truly.]
overcoming a.
Conquering; subduing.
strife n.
The act of striving; earnest endeavor. [OF. estrif. See Strive.]
shall v. i.
To owe; to be under obligation for. [OE. shal, schal, imp. sholde, scholde, AS. scal, sceal, I am obliged, imp. scolde, sceolde, inf. sculan; akin to OS. skulan, pres. skal, imp. skolda, D. zullen,]

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

About this text

A Lost Chord is in the public domain. This text is taken from Legends and Lyrics. Part 2, Project Gutenberg ebook #2304; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Adelaide Anne Procter, A Lost Chord, in Legends and Lyrics: Second Series (1861), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #2304, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/procter-legends-lyrics/a-lost-chord.html, id L21763.

Form and metre

A Lost Chord is 28 lines in 7 stanzas of 4 lines each. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 78%).

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-A organ · easeA · idly · keysA
  2. 2 -A-A playing · thenA · music · amenA
  3. 3 ABAB twilightA · psalmB · spiritA · calmB
  4. 4 -A-A sorrow · strifeA · echo · lifeA
  5. 5 -A-A meanings · peaceA · silence · ceaseA
  6. 6 -AAA vainly · divineA · organA · mineA
  7. 7 -AAA angel · againA · heavenA · amenA
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
Seated one day at the Organ,8/˘····/˘
I was weary and ill at ease,8··/˘····
And my fingers wandered idly8··/˘/˘/˘
Over the noisy keys.6···/˘·
I do not know what I was playing,9·······/˘
Or what I was dreaming then;7····/˘·
But I struck one chord of music,8······/˘
Like the sound of a great Amen.8······˘/
It flooded the crimson twilight8·/˘·/˘/·
Like the close of an Angel's Psalm,8·····/˘·
And it lay on my fevered spirit9·····/˘/˘
With a touch of infinite calm.8····/˘˘·
It quieted pain and sorrow,8·/˘˘··/˘
Like love overcoming strife;7··/˘·˘·
It seemed the harmonious echo9···˘/˘˘/˘
From our discordant life.7·/˘˘/˘·
It linked all perplexed meanings8··˘·˘//˘
Into one perfect peace,6···˘/·
And trembled away into silence9·/˘˘/··/˘
As if it were loth to cease.7·······
I have sought, but I seek it vainly,9·······/˘
That one lost chord divine,6····˘/
Which came from the soul of the Organ,9·······/˘
And entered into mine.7·/˘˘···
It may be that Death's bright angel8······/˘
Will speak in that chord again,--7·····˘/
It may be that only in Heaven9····/˘·/˘
I shall hear that grand Amen.7·····˘/

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