America

Henry Van Dyke (1852–1933) · 1925

iambic trimeter · AABCCCB · 14 lines · from The Poems of Henry Van Dyke

I love thine inland seas,Thy groves of giant trees,Thy rolling plains;Thy rivers' mighty sweep,Thy mystic canyons deep,Thy mountains wild and steep,All thy domains;

Thy silver Eastern strands,Thy Golden Gate that standsWide to the West;Thy flowery Southland fair,Thy sweet and crystal air,--O land beyond compare,Thee I love best!

About this text

America is in the public domain. This text is taken from The Poems of Henry Van Dyke, Project Gutenberg ebook #16229; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Henry Van Dyke, America, in The Poems of Henry Van Dyke (1925), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #16229, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/van-dyke-poems/america.html, id L22902.

Form and metre

America is 14 lines in 2 stanzas of 7 lines each. Every stanza rhymes AABCCCB. The metre is iambic trimeter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 96%).

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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 AABCCCB seasA · treesA · plainsB · sweepC · deepC · steepC · domainsB
  2. 2 AABCCCB strandsA · standsA · westB · fairC · airC · compareC · bestB
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 trimeter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
I love thine inland seas,6···/··
Thy groves of giant trees,6···/˘·
Thy rolling plains;4·/˘·
Thy rivers' mighty sweep,6·/˘/˘·
Thy mystic canyons deep,6·/˘/˘·
Thy mountains wild and steep,6·/˘···
All thy domains;4··˘/
Thy silver Eastern strands,6·/˘/˘·
Thy Golden Gate that stands6·/˘···
Wide to the West;4····
Thy flowery Southland fair,6·/˘/··
Thy sweet and crystal air,--6···/˘·
O land beyond compare,6····˘/
Thee I love best!4····

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