Dream-Life

Adelaide Anne Procter (1825–1864) · 1861

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

Listen, friend, and I will tell youWhy I sometimes seem so glad,Then, without a reason changing,Soon become so grave and sad.

Half my life I live a beggar,Ragged, helpless, and alone;But the other half a monarch,With my courtiers round my throne.

Half my life is full of sorrow,Half of joy, still fresh and new;One of these lives is a fancy,But the other one is true.

While I live and feast on gladness,Still I feel the thought remain,This must soon end,--nearer, nearerComes the life of grief and pain.

While I live a wretched beggar,One bright hope my lot can cheer;Soon, soon, thou shalt have thy kingdom,Brighter hours are drawing near.

So you see my life is twofold,Half a pleasure, half a grief;Thus all joy is somewhat tempered,And all sorrow finds relief.

Which, you ask me, is the real life,Which the Dream--the joy, or woe?Hush, friend! it is little matter,And, indeed--I never know.

Words in this poem

shalt
2d per. sing. of Shall.

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

About this text

Dream-Life 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, Dream-Life, in Legends and Lyrics: Second Series (1861), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #2304, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/procter-legends-lyrics/dream-life.html, id L21774.

Form and metre

Dream-Life is 28 lines in 7 stanzas of 4 lines each. The metre is trochaic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 88%).

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 -A-A you · gladA · changing · sadA
  2. 2 -A-A beggar · aloneA · monarch · throneA
  3. 3 -A-A sorrow · newA · fancy · trueA
  4. 4 -A-A gladness · remainA · nearer · painA
  5. 5 -A-A beggar · cheerA · kingdom · nearA
  6. 6 -A-A twofold · griefA · tempered · reliefA
  7. 7 -A-A life · woeA · matter · knowA
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
Listen, friend, and I will tell you8/˘······
Why I sometimes seem so glad,7··˘/···
Then, without a reason changing,8····/˘/˘
Soon become so grave and sad.7·˘/····
Half my life I live a beggar,8······/˘
Ragged, helpless, and alone;8/˘˘/˘·˘/
But the other half a monarch,8··/˘··/·
With my courtiers round my throne.8··/˘˘···
Half my life is full of sorrow,8······/˘
Half of joy, still fresh and new;7·······
One of these lives is a fancy,8······/˘
But the other one is true.7··/˘···
While I live and feast on gladness,8······/˘
Still I feel the thought remain,7·····˘/
This must soon end,--nearer, nearer8····/˘/˘
Comes the life of grief and pain.7·······
While I live a wretched beggar,8····/˘/˘
One bright hope my lot can cheer;7·······
Soon, soon, thou shalt have thy kingdom,8······/˘
Brighter hours are drawing near.8/˘/˘·/˘·
So you see my life is twofold,8······//
Half a pleasure, half a grief;7··/˘···
Thus all joy is somewhat tempered,8····///˘
And all sorrow finds relief.7··/˘·˘/
Which, you ask me, is the real life,8········
Which the Dream--the joy, or woe?7·······
Hush, friend! it is little matter,8····/˘/˘
And, indeed--I never know.7·˘/·/˘·

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