Poem
Blue SquillsStars"What Do I Care?"MeadowlarksDriftwood"I Have Loved Hours at Sea"August Moonrise
The UnchangingJune Night"Like Barley Bending""Oh Day of Fire and Sun""I Thought of You"On the DunesSprayIf Death Is Kind
ThoughtsFacesEvening: New YorkSnowfallThe Silent BattleThe SanctuaryAt SeaDustThe Long Hill
Summer StormIn the End"It Will Not Change"ChangeWater Lilies"Did You Never Know?"The TreasureThe Storm
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,And wild plum-trees in tremulous white;
Robins will wear their feathery fireWhistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not oneWill care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor treeIf mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,Would scarcely know that we were gone.
Words in this poem
- driftwood n.
- Wood drifted or floated by water.
- moonrise n.
- The rising of the moon above the horizon; also, the time of its rising.
- shimmering n.
- A gleam or glimmering.
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
About this text
Poem is in the public domain. This text is taken from Flame and Shadow, Project Gutenberg ebook #591; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.
Cite as: Sara Teasdale, Poem, in Flame and Shadow (1920), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #591, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/teasdale-flame-shadow/poem.html, id L16948.
Form and metre
Poem is 44 lines in 10 stanzas. 98% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 4.8 syllables. 10 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 64% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.
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.
- 3 ----A---A thoughts · faces · york · snowfall · battleA · sanctuary · sea · dust · hillA
- 4 A-BB---A stormA · end · changeB · changeB · lilies · know · treasure · stormA
- 5 AA groundA · soundA
- 6 AA nightA · whiteA
- 7 AA fireA · wireA
- 8 AA oneA · doneA
- 10 AA dawnA · goneA
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. How this is done.
| Line | Syl. | Stress |
|---|---|---|
| Blue Squills | 2 | ·· |
| Stars | 1 | · |
| "What Do I Care?" | 4 | ···· |
| Meadowlarks | 3 | /˘· |
| Driftwood | 2 | /· |
| "I Have Loved Hours at Sea" | 8 | ···˘/˘·· |
| August Moonrise | 4 | /˘/˘ |
| The Unchanging | 4 | ·˘/˘ |
| June Night | 2 | ·· |
| "Like Barley Bending" | 5 | ·/˘/˘ |
| "Oh Day of Fire and Sun" | 7 | ···/˘·· |
| "I Thought of You" | 4 | ···· |
| On the Dunes | 3 | ··· |
| Spray | 1 | · |
| If Death Is Kind | 4 | ···· |
| Thoughts | 1 | · |
| Faces | 2 | /˘ |
| Evening: New York | 4 | /˘·· |
| Snowfall | 2 | /˘ |
| The Silent Battle | 5 | ·/˘/˘ |
| The Sanctuary | 5 | ·/˘·˘ |
| At Sea | 2 | ·· |
| Dust | 1 | · |
| The Long Hill | 3 | ··· |
| Summer Storm | 3 | /˘· |
| In the End | 3 | ··· |
| "It Will Not Change" | 4 | ···· |
| Change | 1 | · |
| Water Lilies | 4 | /˘/˘ |
| "Did You Never Know?" | 5 | ··/˘· |
| The Treasure | 3 | ·/˘ |
| The Storm | 2 | ·· |
| There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, | 11 | ··········· |
| And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; | 10 | ·/˘/˘··/˘· |
| And frogs in the pools singing at night, | 9 | ·····/˘·· |
| And wild plum-trees in tremulous white; | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| Robins will wear their feathery fire | 8 | /˘···/˘/ |
| Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; | 9 | /˘······/ |
| And not one will know of the war, not one | 10 | ·········· |
| Will care at last when it is done. | 8 | ········ |
| Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree | 9 | ····/˘··· |
| If mankind perished utterly; | 8 | ·///˘/˘˘ |
| And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn, | 9 | ··˘/····· |
| Would scarcely know that we were gone. | 8 | ·/˘····· |
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