When I contemplate all alone
When I contemplate all alone,The life that had been thine below,And fix my thoughts on all the glowTo which thy crescent would have grown;
I see thee sitting crown’d with good,A central warmth diffusing blissIn glance and smile, and clasp and kiss,On all the branches of thy blood;
Thy blood, my friend, and partly mine;For now the day was drawing on,When thou should’st link thy life with oneOf mine own house, and boys of thine
Had babbled ‘Uncle’ on my knee;But that remorseless iron hourMade cypress of her orange flower,Despair of Hope, and earth of thee.
I seem to meet their least desire,To clap their cheeks, to call them mine.I see their unborn faces shineBeside the never-lighted fire.
I see myself an honour’d guest,Thy partner in the flowery walkOf letters, genial table-talk,Or deep dispute, and graceful jest:
While now thy prosperous labour fillsThe lips of men with honest praise,And sun by sun the happy daysDescend below the golden hills
With promise of a morn as fair;And all the train of bounteous hoursConduct by paths of growing powers,To reverence and the silver hair;
Till slowly worn her earthly robe,Her lavish mission richly wrought,Leaving great legacies of thought,Thy spirit should fail from off the globe;
What time mine own might also flee,As link’d with thine in love and fate,And, hovering o’er the dolorous straitTo the other shore, involved in thee,
Arrive at last the blessed goal,And he that died in Holy LandWould reach us out the shining hand,And take us as a single soul.
What reed was that on which I leant?Ah, backward fancy, wherefore wakeThe old bitterness again, and breakThe low beginnings of content.
Words in this poem
- contemplate v. t.
- To look at on all sides or in all its bearings; to view or consider with continued attention; to regard with deliberate care; to meditate on; to study. [L. contemplatus, p.p. of contemplari to contemplate; con- + templum a space for observation marked out by the augur. See Temple.]
- remorseless a.
- Being without remorse; having no pity; hence, destitute of sensibility; cruel; insensible to distress; merciless.
- unborn a.
- Not born; no yet brought into life; being still to appear; future.
- genial a.
- Contributing to, or concerned in, propagation or production; generative; procreative; productive. [L. genialis: cf. OF. genial. See Genius.]
- jest n.
- A deed; an action; a gest. [OE. jeste, geste, deed, action, story, tale, OF. geste, LL. gesta, orig., exploits, neut. pl. from L. gestus, p. p. of gerere to bear, carry, accomplish, perfor]
- morn n.
- The first part of the day; the morning; -- used chiefly in poetry. [OE. morwen, morgen, AS. morgen; akin to D. morgen, OS. morgan, G. morgen, Icel. morginn, morgunn, Sw. morgon, Dan. morgen, Goth. maúrgins. Cf. Morrow, Morning.]
- bounteous a.
- Liberal in charity; disposed to give freely; generously liberal; munificent; beneficent; free in bestowing gifts; as, bounteous production. [OE. bountevous, fr. bounte bounty.]
- dolorous a.
- Full of grief; sad; sorrowful; doleful; dismal; as, a dolorous object; dolorous discourses. [L. dolorosus, from dolor: cf. F. douloureux. See Dolor.]
- wherefore adv.
- For which reason; so; -- used relatively. [Where + for.]
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
About this text
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Cite as: Alfred Tennyson, When I contemplate all alone, in In Memoriam A.H.H. (1850), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #70950, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/tennyson-in-memoriam/section-82.html, id L18442.
Form and metre
When I contemplate all alone is 48 lines in 12 stanzas of 4 lines each. Every stanza rhymes ABBA. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 91%). 95% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 8.2 syllables. 6 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 31% 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 ABBA aloneA · belowB · glowB · grownA
- 2 ABBA goodA · blissB · kissB · bloodA
- 3 ABBA mineA · onB · oneB · thineA
- 4 ABBA kneeA · hourB · flowerB · theeA
- 5 ABBA desireA · mineB · shineB · fireA
- 6 ABBA guestA · walkB · talkB · jestA
- 7 ABBA fillsA · praiseB · daysB · hillsA
- 8 ABBA fairA · hoursB · powersB · hairA
- 9 ABBA robeA · wroughtB · thoughtB · globeA
- 10 ABBA fleeA · fateB · straitB · theeA
- 11 ABBA goalA · landB · handB · soulA
- 12 ABBA leantA · wakeB · breakB · contentA
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 |
|---|---|---|
| When I contemplate all alone, | 8 | ··/˘··˘/ |
| The life that had been thine below, | 8 | ········ |
| And fix my thoughts on all the glow | 8 | ········ |
| To which thy crescent would have grown; | 8 | ···/˘··· |
| I see thee sitting crown’d with good, | 8 | ···/˘··· |
| A central warmth diffusing bliss | 8 | ·/˘·˘/˘· |
| In glance and smile, and clasp and kiss, | 8 | ········ |
| On all the branches of thy blood; | 8 | ···/˘··· |
| Thy blood, my friend, and partly mine; | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| For now the day was drawing on, | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| When thou should’st link thy life with one | 8 | ········ |
| Of mine own house, and boys of thine | 8 | ········ |
| Had babbled ‘Uncle’ on my knee; | 8 | ·/˘/˘··· |
| But that remorseless iron hour | 9 | ··˘/˘/˘/˘ |
| Made cypress of her orange flower, | 9 | ·/˘··/˘/˘ |
| Despair of Hope, and earth of thee. | 8 | ˘/······ |
| I seem to meet their least desire, | 9 | ······˘/˘ |
| To clap their cheeks, to call them mine. | 8 | ········ |
| I see their unborn faces shine | 8 | ···///˘· |
| Beside the never-lighted fire. | 9 | ˘/·/˘/˘/˘ |
| I see myself an honour’d guest, | 8 | ···/···· |
| Thy partner in the flowery walk | 8 | ·/˘··/˘· |
| Of letters, genial table-talk, | 8 | ·/˘/˘/˘· |
| Or deep dispute, and graceful jest: | 8 | ··˘/·/˘· |
| While now thy prosperous labour fills | 8 | ···/˘/·· |
| The lips of men with honest praise, | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| And sun by sun the happy days | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| Descend below the golden hills | 8 | ˘/···/˘· |
| With promise of a morn as fair; | 8 | ·/˘····· |
| And all the train of bounteous hours | 9 | ·····/˘˘/ |
| Conduct by paths of growing powers, | 9 | ˘/···/˘/˘ |
| To reverence and the silver hair; | 8 | ·/˘··/˘· |
| Till slowly worn her earthly robe, | 8 | ·/˘··/˘· |
| Her lavish mission richly wrought, | 8 | ·/˘/˘/˘· |
| Leaving great legacies of thought, | 8 | /˘·/˘˘·· |
| Thy spirit should fail from off the globe; | 8 | ·/······ |
| What time mine own might also flee, | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| As link’d with thine in love and fate, | 8 | ········ |
| And, hovering o’er the dolorous strait | 9 | ·/˘··/˘˘· |
| To the other shore, involved in thee, | 9 | ··/˘·˘/·· |
| Arrive at last the blessed goal, | 8 | ˘/····˘· |
| And he that died in Holy Land | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| Would reach us out the shining hand, | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| And take us as a single soul. | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| What reed was that on which I leant? | 9 | ·······/˘ |
| Ah, backward fancy, wherefore wake | 8 | ·/˘/˘/˘· |
| The old bitterness again, and break | 8 | ··/˘˘/·· |
| The low beginnings of content. | 8 | ··˘/˘·˘/ |
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