Amavi

Edmund Clarence Stedman (1833–1908) · 1860–1897

iambic tetrameter · ABABBCBC · 40 lines · from The Poetical Works of Edmund Clarence Stedman

I loved: and in the morning sky,A magic castle upward grew!Cloud-haunted turrets pointing highForever to the dreamy blue;Bright fountains leaping through and throughThe golden sunshine; on the airGay banners streaming;—never drewPainter or poet scene more fair.

And in that castle I would live,And in that castle I would die;And there, in curtained bowers, would giveHeart-warm responses, sigh for sigh;There, when but one sweet face was nigh,The hours should lightly move along,And ripple, as they glided by,Like stanzas of an antique song.

O foolish heart! O young romance,That faded with the noonday sun!Alas, for gentle dalliance,For life-long pleasures never won!O for a season dead and gone!A wizard time, which then did seemOnly a prelude, leading onTo sweeter portions of the dream.

She died,—nor wore my orange flowers:—No longer, in the morning sky,That magic castle lifts its towersWhich shone, awhile, so lustrously.Torn are the bannerols, and dryThe silver fountains in its halls;But the drear sea, with endless sigh,Moans round and over the crumbled walls.

Let the winds blow! let the white surgeEver among those ruins wail!Its moaning is a welcome dirgeFor wishes that could not avail.Let the winds blow! a fiercer galeIs wild within me! what may quellThat sullen tempest? I must sailWhither, O whither, who can tell!

Words in this poem

haunted a.
Inhabited by, or subject to the visits of, apparitions; frequented by a ghost.
dreamy a.
Abounding in dreams or given to dreaming; appropriate to, or like, dreams; visionary.
sunshine n.
The light of the sun, or the place where it shines; the direct rays of the sun, the place where they fall, or the warmth and light which they give.
streaming a.
Sending forth streams.
noonday n.
Midday; twelve o'clock in the day; noon.
dalliance n.
The act of dallying, trifling, or fondling; interchange of caresses; wanton play. [From Dally.]
awhile adv.
For a while; for some time; for a short time. [Adj. a + while time, interval.]
drear n.
Sadness; dismalness.
dirge n.
A piece of music of a mournful character, to accompany funeral rites; a funeral hymn. [Contraction of Lat. dirige, direct thou (imperative of dirigere), the first word of a funeral hymn (Lat. transl. of Psalm v. 8) beginning, "Dirige, Domine, in c]
quell v. t.
To take the life of; to kill. [OE. quellen to kill, AS. cwellan, causative of cwelan to die; akin to OHG. quellen to torment, Icel. kvelja. See Quail to cower.]
sullen a.
Lonely; solitary; desolate. Wyclif (Job iii. 14). [OE. solein, solain, lonely, sullen; through Old French fr. (assumed) LL. solanus solitary, fr. L. solus alone. See Sole, a.]
whither adv.
To what place; -- used interrogatively; as, whither goest thou [OE. whider. AS. hwider; akin to E. where, who; cf. Goth. hvadre whither. See Who, and cf. Hither, Thither.]

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

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Form and metre

Amavi is 40 lines in 5 stanzas of 8 lines each. The rhyme scheme is ABABBCBC, complete in 3 of its 5 stanzas. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 92%). 90% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 8.2 syllables. 3 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 35% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

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 ABABBCBC skyA · grewB · highA · blueB · throughB · airC · drewB · fairC
  2. 2 ABABBCBC liveA · dieB · giveA · sighB · nighB · alongC · byB · songC
  3. 3 ABABCDCD romanceA · sunB · dallianceA · wonB · goneC · seemD · onC · dreamD
  4. 4 ABA-BCBC flowersA · skyB · towersA · lustrously · dryB · hallsC · sighB · wallsC
  5. 5 ABABBCBC surgeA · wailB · dirgeA · availB · galeB · quellC · sailB · tellC
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
I loved: and in the morning sky,9··˘···/˘·
A magic castle upward grew!8·/˘/˘/˘·
Cloud-haunted turrets pointing high8·/˘/˘/˘·
Forever to the dreamy blue;8˘/˘··/˘·
Bright fountains leaping through and through8·/˘/˘···
The golden sunshine; on the air8·/˘/····
Gay banners streaming;—never drew8·/˘/˘/˘·
Painter or poet scene more fair.8/˘·/˘···
And in that castle I would live,8···/˘···
And in that castle I would die;8···/˘···
And there, in curtained bowers, would give10···/˘˘/˘··
Heart-warm responses, sigh for sigh;8··˘/˘···
There, when but one sweet face was nigh,8········
The hours should lightly move along,9·/˘·/˘·˘/
And ripple, as they glided by,8·/˘··/˘·
Like stanzas of an antique song.8·/˘··˘/·
O foolish heart! O young romance,8·/˘···˘/
That faded with the noonday sun!8·/˘··/˘·
Alas, for gentle dalliance,8˘/·/˘/˘˘
For life-long pleasures never won!8···/˘/˘·
O for a season dead and gone!8···/˘···
A wizard time, which then did seem8·/˘·····
Only a prelude, leading on8/˘·/·/˘·
To sweeter portions of the dream.8·/˘/˘···
She died,—nor wore my orange flowers:—9·····/˘/˘
No longer, in the morning sky,8·/˘··/˘·
That magic castle lifts its towers9·/˘/˘··/˘
Which shone, awhile, so lustrously.8··˘/····
Torn are the bannerols, and dry8········
The silver fountains in its halls;8·/˘/˘···
But the drear sea, with endless sigh,8·····/˘·
Moans round and over the crumbled walls.10······/˘˘·
Let the winds blow! let the white surge8········
Ever among those ruins wail!8/˘···/˘·
Its moaning is a welcome dirge8·/˘··/˘·
For wishes that could not avail.8·/˘···˘/
Let the winds blow! a fiercer gale8·····/˘·
Is wild within me! what may quell8········
That sullen tempest? I must sail8·/˘/˘···
Whither, O whither, who can tell!8/˘·/˘···

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