O sorrow, cruel fellowship!
O sorrow, cruel fellowship!O Priestess in the vaults of Death!O sweet and bitter in a breath,What whispers from thy lying lip?
‘The stars,’ she whispers, ‘blindly run;A web is wov’n across the sky;From out waste places comes a cry,And murmurs from the dying sun:
‘And all the phantom, Nature, stands--With all her music in her tone,A hollow echo of my own,--A hollow form with empty hands.’
And shall I take a thing so blind,Embrace her as my natural good;Or crush her, like a vice of blood,Upon the threshold of the mind?
Words in this poem
- priestess n.
- A woman who officiated in sacred rites among pagans. Abp.
- blindly adv.
- Without sight, discernment, or understanding; without thought, investigation, knowledge, or purpose of one's own.
- shall v. i.
- To owe; to be under obligation for. [OE. shal, schal, imp. sholde, scholde, AS. scal, sceal, I am obliged, imp. scolde, sceolde, inf. sculan; akin to OS. skulan, pres. skal, imp. skolda, D. zullen,]
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
About this text
O sorrow, cruel fellowship! is in the public domain. This text is taken from In memoriam, Project Gutenberg ebook #70950; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.
Cite as: Alfred Tennyson, O sorrow, cruel fellowship!, in In Memoriam A.H.H. (1850), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #70950, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/tennyson-in-memoriam/section-3.html, id L18363.
Form and metre
O sorrow, cruel fellowship! is 16 lines in 4 stanzas of 4 lines each. Every stanza rhymes ABBA. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 94%). 100% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 8.0 syllables. Rhymes that have moved apart since the poem was written: is / this, moods / woods, been / green, loved / proved.
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 ABBA fellowshipA · deathB · breathB · lipA
- 2 ABBA runA · skyB · cryB · sunA
- 3 ABBA standsA · toneB · ownB · handsA
- 4 ABBA blindA · goodB · bloodB · mindA
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.
| Line | Syl. | Stress |
|---|---|---|
| O sorrow, cruel fellowship! | 8 | ·/˘/˘/˘· |
| O Priestess in the vaults of Death! | 8 | ·/˘····· |
| O sweet and bitter in a breath, | 8 | ···/˘··· |
| What whispers from thy lying lip? | 8 | ·/˘··/˘· |
| ‘The stars,’ she whispers, ‘blindly run; | 8 | ···/˘/˘· |
| A web is wov’n across the sky; | 8 | ····˘/·· |
| From out waste places comes a cry, | 8 | ···/˘··· |
| And murmurs from the dying sun: | 8 | ·/˘··/˘· |
| ‘And all the phantom, Nature, stands-- | 8 | ···/˘/˘· |
| With all her music in her tone, | 8 | ···/˘··· |
| A hollow echo of my own,-- | 8 | ·/˘/˘··· |
| A hollow form with empty hands.’ | 8 | ·/˘··/˘· |
| And shall I take a thing so blind, | 8 | ········ |
| Embrace her as my natural good; | 8 | ˘/···/˘· |
| Or crush her, like a vice of blood, | 8 | ········ |
| Upon the threshold of the mind? | 8 | ···/···· |
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