Winter Fancies

James Whitcomb Riley (1849–1916) · 1890

iambic dimeter · 37 lines · from Riley Child-Rhymes

Winter withoutAnd warmth within;The winds may shoutAnd the storm begin;The snows may packAt the window pane,And the skies grow black,And the sun remainHidden awayThe livelong day--But here--in here is the warmth of May!

Swoop your spitefullestUp the flue,Wild Winds--do!What in the world do I care for you?O delightfullestWeather of all,Howl and squall,And shake the trees till the last leaves fall!

The joy one feels,In an easy chair,Cocking his heelsIn the dancing airThat wreathes the rim of a roaring stoveWhose heat loves better than hearts can love,Will not permitThe coldest dayTo drive awayThe fire in his blood, and the bliss of it!

Then blow, Winds, blow!And rave and shriek,And snarl and snowTill your breath grows weak--While here in my roomI'm as snugly shutAs a glad little wormIn the heart of a nut!

Words in this poem

pane n.
The narrow edge of a hammer head. See Peen. [F. panne.]
livelong a.
Whole; entire; long in passing; -- used of time, as day or night, in adverbial phrases, and usually with a sense of tediousness. [For lifelong. Cf. Lifelong.]
swoop v. t.
To fall on at once and seize; to catch while on the wing; as, a hawk swoops a chicken. [OE. swopen, usually, to sweep, As. swapan to sweep, to rush; akin to G. schweifen to rove, to ramble, to curve, OHG. sweifan to whirl, Icel. sveipa to sweep; al]
cocking n.
Cockfighting. Ben Jonson.
snugly adv.
In a snug manner; closely; safely.

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

About this text

Winter Fancies is in the public domain. This text is taken from Riley Child-Rhymes, Project Gutenberg ebook #9777; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: James Whitcomb Riley, Winter Fancies, in Riley Child-Rhymes (1890), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #9777, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/riley-child-rhymes/winter-fancies.html, id L25047.

Form and metre

Winter Fancies is 37 lines in 4 stanzas. The metre is iambic dimeter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 86%).

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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. 1 ABABCDCDEEE withoutA · withinB · shoutA · beginB · packC · paneD · blackC · remainD · awayE · dayE · mayE
  2. 2 ABBBACCC spitefullestA · flueB · doB · youB · delightfullestA · allC · squallC · fallC
  3. 3 ABAB--CDDC feelsA · chairB · heelsA · airB · stove · love · permitC · dayD · awayD · itC
  4. 4 ABAB-C-C blowA · shriekB · snowA · weakB · room · shutC · worm · nutC
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 dimeter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
Winter without4/˘··
And warmth within;4····
The winds may shout4····
And the storm begin;5···˘/
The snows may pack4····
At the window pane,5··/˘·
And the skies grow black,5·····
And the sun remain5···˘/
Hidden away4/˘˘/
The livelong day--4·/˘·
But here--in here is the warmth of May!9·········
Swoop your spitefullest5··/˘˘
Up the flue,3···
Wild Winds--do!3···
What in the world do I care for you?9·········
O delightfullest5·˘/˘˘
Weather of all,4/˘··
Howl and squall,3···
And shake the trees till the last leaves fall!9·········
The joy one feels,4····
In an easy chair,5··/˘·
Cocking his heels4/˘··
In the dancing air5··/˘·
That wreathes the rim of a roaring stove9······/˘·
Whose heat loves better than hearts can love,9···/˘····
Will not permit4··˘/
The coldest day4·/˘·
To drive away4··˘/
The fire in his blood, and the bliss of it!10·/········
Then blow, Winds, blow!4····
And rave and shriek,4····
And snarl and snow4····
Till your breath grows weak--5·····
While here in my room5·····
I'm as snugly shut5··/˘·
As a glad little worm6···/˘·
In the heart of a nut!6······

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