Winter-Time

Robert Louis Stevenson (1850–1894) · 1885

iambic tetrameter · AABB · 20 lines · from A Child's Garden of Verses

Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;Blinks but an hour or two; and then,A blood-red orange, sets again.

Before the stars have left the skies,At morning in the dark I rise;And shivering in my nakedness,By the cold candle, bathe and dress.

Close by the jolly fire I sitTo warm my frozen bones a bit;Or with a reindeer-sled, exploreThe colder countries round the door.

When to go out, my nurse doth wrapMe in my comforter and cap;The cold wind burns my face, and blowsIts frosty pepper up my nose.

Black are my steps on silver sod;Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;And tree and house, and hill and lake,Are frosted like a wedding cake.

Words in this poem

wintry a.
Suitable to winter; resembling winter, or what belongs to winter; brumal; hyemal; cold; stormy; wintery. [AS. wintrig.]
nakedness n.
The condition of being naked.
explore v. t.
To seek for or after; to strive to attain by search; to look wisely and carefully for. [L. explorare to explore; ex out+plorare to cry out aloud,prob. orig., to cause to flow; perh. akin to E. flow: cf. F. explorer.]
comforter n.
One who administers comfort or consolation.
frosted a.
Covered with hoarfrost or anything resembling hoarfrost; ornamented with frosting; also, frost-bitten; as, a frosted cake; frosted glass.

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

About this text

Winter-Time is in the public domain. This text is taken from A Child's Garden of Verses, Project Gutenberg ebook #136; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Robert Louis Stevenson, Winter-Time, in A Child's Garden of Verses (1885), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #136, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/stevenson-childs-garden/winter-time.html, id L07209.

Form and metre

Winter-Time is 20 lines in 5 stanzas of 4 lines each. Every stanza rhymes AABB. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 90%). 96% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 8.1 syllables. 1 line ends on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 20% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

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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 AABB bedA · headA · thenB · againB
  2. 2 AABB skiesA · riseA · nakednessB · dressB
  3. 3 AABB sitA · bitA · exploreB · doorB
  4. 4 AABB wrapA · capA · blowsB · noseB
  5. 5 AABB sodA · abroadA · lakeB · cakeB
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
Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,8···/˘···
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;8·/˘/˘/˘·
Blinks but an hour or two; and then,8···/····
A blood-red orange, sets again.8···/˘·˘/
Before the stars have left the skies,8········
At morning in the dark I rise;8·/˘·····
And shivering in my nakedness,9·/˘˘··/˘˘
By the cold candle, bathe and dress.8···/˘···
Close by the jolly fire I sit8···/˘/··
To warm my frozen bones a bit;8···/˘···
Or with a reindeer-sled, explore8···/··˘/
The colder countries round the door.8·/˘/˘···
When to go out, my nurse doth wrap8········
Me in my comforter and cap;8···/˘˘··
The cold wind burns my face, and blows8········
Its frosty pepper up my nose.8·/˘/˘···
Black are my steps on silver sod;8·····/˘·
Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;8···/˘·˘/
And tree and house, and hill and lake,8········
Are frosted like a wedding cake.8·/˘··/˘·

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