Song 2

Philip Sidney (1554–1586) · 1591

trochaic tetrameter · ABBA · 28 lines · from Astrophel and Stella

Have I caught my heavenly JuelTeaching Sleepe most faire to be:Now will I teach her, that sheWhen shee wakes is too too cruell.

Since sweete Sleepe her eyes hath charmed,The two onely darts of Love:Now will I with that Boy proveSome play while he is disarmed.

Her tongue waking still refuseth,Giving franklie niggard no:Now will I attempt to knowe,What no her tongue sleeping useth.

See the hand that waking gardeth,Sleeping grants a free resort:Now I will invade the fort.Cowards Love with losse rewardeth.

But (O foole) thinke of the dangerOf her just and high disdaine.Now will I (alas) refraineLove feares nothing else but anger.

Yet those lippes so sweetly swelling,Do invite a stealing kisse;Now but venture will I this,Who will read must first learne spelling.

Oh sweete kisse, but ah shee is waking.Lowring beautie chastens mee.Now will I for feare hence flee,Foole, more Foole for no more taking.

Words in this poem

cruell a.
Disposed to give pain to others; willing or pleased to hurt, torment, or afflict; destitute of sympathetic kindness and pity; savage; inhuman; hard-hearted; merciless. [F. cruel, fr. L. crudelis, fr. crudus. See Crude.]
disarmed a.
Deprived of arms.
losse n.
Praise. See Loos.

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

About this text

Song 2 is in the public domain. This text is taken from Sir P.S.: His Astrophel and Stella Wherein the excellence of sweete poesie is concluded, Project Gutenberg ebook #56375; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Philip Sidney, Song 2, in Astrophel and Stella (1591), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #56375, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/sidney-astrophel/song-2.html, id L04865.

Form and metre

Song 2 is 28 lines in 7 stanzas of 4 lines each. The rhyme scheme is ABBA, complete in 5 of its 7 stanzas. The metre is trochaic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 87%). 97% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 7.6 syllables. 10 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 18% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

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 ABBA juelA · beB · sheB · cruellA
  2. 2 ABBA charmedA · loveB · proveB · disarmedA
  3. 3 ABBA refusethA · noB · knoweB · usethA
  4. 4 -AA- gardeth · resortA · fortA · rewardeth
  5. 5 -AA- danger · disdaineA · refraineA · anger
  6. 6 ABBA swellingA · kisseB · thisB · spellingA
  7. 7 ABBA wakingA · meeB · fleeB · takingA
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
Have I caught my heavenly Juel8····/˘˘·
Teaching Sleepe most faire to be:7/˘·····
Now will I teach her, that she7·······
When shee wakes is too too cruell.8······/˘
Since sweete Sleepe her eyes hath charmed,7·······
The two onely darts of Love:7··/˘···
Now will I with that Boy prove7·······
Some play while he is disarmed.7·····˘/
Her tongue waking still refuseth,8··/˘·˘/˘
Giving franklie niggard no:7/˘··/˘·
Now will I attempt to knowe,7···˘/··
What no her tongue sleeping useth.8····/˘··
See the hand that waking gardeth,8····/˘/˘
Sleeping grants a free resort:7/˘···˘/
Now I will invade the fort.7···˘/··
Cowards Love with losse rewardeth.8/˘···˘/˘
But (O foole) thinke of the danger9·······/˘
Of her just and high disdaine.7·······
Now will I (alas) refraine7···˘/··
Love feares nothing else but anger.8··/˘··/˘
Yet those lippes so sweetly swelling,8····/˘/˘
Do invite a stealing kisse;7·˘/·/˘·
Now but venture will I this,7··/˘···
Who will read must first learne spelling.8······/˘
Oh sweete kisse, but ah shee is waking.9·······/˘
Lowring beautie chastens mee.8/˘˘··/˘·
Now will I for feare hence flee,7·······
Foole, more Foole for no more taking.10········/˘

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