Morning
The village fades awayWhere I last night came,Where they housed me and fed meAnd never asked my name.
The sun shines bright, my step is light,I, who have no abode,Jeer at the stuck, monotonousBlack posts along the road.
Words in this poem
- abode n.
- Act of waiting; delay. [OE. abad, abood, fr. abiden to abide. See Abide. For the change of vowel, cf. abode, imp. of abide.]
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
About this text
Morning is in the public domain. This text is taken from Poems - First Series, Project Gutenberg ebook #37860; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.
Cite as: John Collings Squire, Morning, in Poems: First Series (1918), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #37860, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/squire-poems/morning.html, id L23144.
Form and metre
Morning is 8 lines in 2 stanzas of 4 lines each. The metre is short measure, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 87%).
See other poems in short measure.
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 -A-A away · cameA · me · nameA
- 2 -A-A light · abodeA · monotonous · roadA
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 short measure. How this is done.
| Line | Syl. | Stress |
|---|---|---|
| The village fades away | 6 | ·/˘·˘/ |
| Where I last night came, | 5 | ····· |
| Where they housed me and fed me | 7 | ······· |
| And never asked my name. | 6 | ·/˘··· |
| The sun shines bright, my step is light, | 8 | ········ |
| I, who have no abode, | 6 | ····˘/ |
| Jeer at the stuck, monotonous | 7 | ····˘/˘ |
| Black posts along the road. | 6 | ··˘/·· |
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