An Epistle
So, into Cornwall you go down,And leave me loitering here in town.For me, the ebb of London's wave,Not ocean-thunder in Cornish cave.My friends (save only one or two)Gone to the glistening marge, like you,--The opera season with blare and dinDying sublime in Lohengrin,--Houses darkened, whose blinded panesAll thoughts, save of the dead, preclude,--The parks a puddle of tropic rains,--Clubland a pensive solitude,--For me, now you and yours are flown,The fellowship of books alone!
For you, the snaky wave, upflungWith writhing head and hissing tongue;The weed whose tangled fibres tellOf some inviolate deep-sea dell;The faultless, secret-chambered shell,Whose sound is an epitomeOf all the utterance of the sea;Great, basking, twinkling wastes of brine;Far clouds of gulls that wheel and swerveIn unanimity divine,With undulation serpentine,And wondrous, consentaneous curve,Flashing in sudden silver sheen,Then melting on the sky-line keen;The world-forgotten coves that seemLapt in some magic old sea-dream,Where, shivering off the milk-white foam,Lost airs wander, seeking home,And into clefts and caverns peep,Fissures paven with powdered shell,Recesses of primeval sleep,Tranced with an immemorial spell;The granite fangs eternallyRending the blanch'd lips of the sea;The breaker clutching land, then hurledBack on its own tormented world;The mountainous upthunderings,The glorious energy of things,The power, the joy, the cosmic thrill,Earth's ecstasy made visible,World-rapture old as Night and newAs sunrise;--this, all this, for you!
So, by Atlantic breezes fanned,You roam the limits of the land,And I in London's world abide,Poor flotsam on the human tide!--Nay, rather, isled amid the stream--Watching the flood--and, half in dreamGuessing the sources whence it rose,And musing to what Deep it flows.
For still the ancient riddles marOur joy in man, in leaf, in star.The Whence and Whither give no rest,The Wherefore is a hopeless quest;And the dull wight who never thinks,--Who, chancing on the sleeping Sphinx,Passes unchallenged,--fares the best!
But ill it suits this random verseThe high enigmas to rehearse,And touch with desultory tongueSecrets no man from Night hath wrung.We ponder, question, doubt--and prayThe Deep to answer Yea or Nay;And what does the engirdling wave,The undivulging, yield us, saveAspersion of bewildering spray?We do but dally on the beach,Writing our little thoughts full large,While Ocean with imperious speechDerides us trifling by the marge.Nay, we are children, who all dayBeside the unknown waters play,And dig with small toy-spade the sand,Thinking our trenches wondrous deep,Till twilight falls, and hand-in-handNurse takes us home, well tired, to sleep;Sleep, and forget our toys, and beLulled by the great unsleeping sea.
Enough!--to Cornwall you go down,And I tag rhymes in London town.
Words in this poem 29
- marge n.
- Border; margin; edge; verge. [F. marge. See Margin.]
- blare v. i.
- To sound loudly and somewhat harshly. [OE. blaren, bloren, to cry, woop; cf. G. plärren to bleat, D. blaren to bleat, cry, weep. Prob. an imitative word, but cf. also E. blast. Cf. Blore.]
- flown a.
- Flushed, inflated.
- snaky a.
- Of or pertaining to a snake or snakes; resembling a snake; serpentine; winding.
- upflung a.
- Flung or thrown up.
- inviolate a.
- Not violated; uninjured; unhurt; unbroken. [L. inviolatus. See In- not, and Violate.]
- dell n.
- A small, retired valley; a ravine. [AS. del, akin to E. dale; cf. D. delle, del, low ground. See Dale.]
- faultless a.
- Without fault; not defective or imperfect; free from blemish; free from incorrectness, vice, or offense; perfect; as, a faultless poem.
- twinkling n.
- The act of one who, or of that which, twinkles; a quick movement of the eye; a wink; a twinkle. Holland.
- unanimity n.
- The quality or state of being unanimous. [L. unanimitas: cf. F. unanimité.]
- undulation n.
- The act of undulating; a waving motion or vibration; as, the undulations of a fluid, of water, or of air; the undulations of sound. [Cf. F. ondulation.]
- wondrous adv.
- In a wonderful or surprising manner or degree; wonderfully. [OE. wonders, adv. (later also adj.). See Wonder, n., and cf. -wards.]
- consentaneous a.
- Consistent; agreeable; suitable; accordant to; harmonious; concurrent. [L. consentaneus.]
- sheen v. i.
- To shine; to glisten.
- immemorial a.
- Extending beyond the reach of memory, record, or tradition; indefinitely ancient; as, existing from time immemorial. [Pref. im- not + memorial: cf. F. immémorial.]
- eternally adv.
- In an eternal manner.
- breaker n.
- One who, or that which, breaks.
- glorious a.
- Exhibiting attributes, qualities, or acts that are worthy of or receive glory; noble; praiseworthy; excellent; splendid; illustrious; inspiring admiration; as, glorious deeds. [OF. glorios, glorious, F. glorieux, fr. L. gloriosus. See Glory, n.]
- cosmic a.
- Pertaining to the universe, and having special reference to universal law or order, or to the one grand harmonious system of things; hence; harmonious; orderly. [Gr. kosmiko`s of the world, fr. ko`smos: cf. F. cosmique. See Cosmos.]
- flotsam n.
- Goods lost by shipwreck, and floating on the sea; -- in distinction from jetsam or jetson. Blackstone. [F. flotter to float. See FFlotilla, and cf. Jetsam.]
- amid prep.
- In the midst or middle of; surrounded or encompassed by; among. [OE. amidde, amiddes, on midden, AS. on middan, in the middle, fr. midde the middle. The s is an adverbial ending, originally marking the genitive; the t is a la]
- whither adv.
- To what place; -- used interrogatively; as, whither goest thou [OE. whider. AS. hwider; akin to E. where, who; cf. Goth. hvadre whither. See Who, and cf. Hither, Thither.]
- wherefore adv.
- For which reason; so; -- used relatively. [Where + for.]
- wight n.
- A whit; a bit; a jot. [OE. wight, wiht, a wight, a whit, AS. wiht, wuht, a creature, a thing; skin to D. wicht a child, OS. & OHG. wiht a creature, thing, G. wicht a creature, Icel. v]
- desultory a.
- Leaping or skipping about. [L. desultorius, fr. desultor a leaper, fr. desilire, desultum, to leap down; de + salire to leap. See Saltation.]
- aspersion n.
- A sprinkling, as with water or dust, in a literal sense. [L. aspersio, fr. aspergere: cf. F. aspersion.]
- bewildering a.
- Causing bewilderment or great perplexity; as, bewildering difficulties.
- dally v. i.
- To waste time in effeminate or voluptuous pleasures, or in idleness; to fool away time; to delay unnecessarily; to tarry; to trifle. [OE. , dailien; cf. Icel. pylja to talk, G. dallen, dalen, dahlen, to trifle, talk nonsense, OSw. tule a droll or funny man; or AS. dol foolish, E. dull.]
- imperious a.
- Commanding; ascendant; imperial; lordly; majestic. [L. imperiosus: cf. F. impérieux. See Imperial.]
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
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Form and metre
An Epistle is 84 lines in 6 verse paragraphs. It is in rhyming couplets, 62% of the lines: octosyllabic couplets. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 88%). 88% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 8.3 syllables. 6 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 24% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.
See other poems in octosyllabic couplets, 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 AABBCCDDEFEFGG downA · townA · waveB · caveB · twoC · youC · dinD · lohengrinD · panesE · precludeF · rainsE · solitudeF · flownG · aloneG
- 2 AABBB--CDCCDEEFFGGHIHI--JJKKLLMM upflungA · tongueA · tellB · dellB · shellB · epitome · sea · brineC · swerveD · divineC · serpentineC · curveD · sheenE · keenE · seemF · dreamF · foamG · homeG · peepH · shellI · sleepH · spellI · eternally · sea · hurledJ · worldJ · upthunderingsK · thingsK · thrillL · visibleL · newM · youM
- 3 AABBCCDD fannedA · landA · abideB · tideB · streamC · dreamC · roseD · flowsD
- 4 AABBCCB marA · starA · restB · questB · thinksC · sphinxC · bestB
- 5 AABBCCDDCEFEFCCGHGHII verseA · rehearseA · tongueB · wrungB · prayC · nayC · waveD · saveD · sprayC · beachE · largeF · speechE · margeF · dayC · playC · sandG · deepH · handG · sleepH · beI · seaI
- 6 AA downA · townA
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 |
|---|---|---|
| So, into Cornwall you go down, | 8 | ···/˘··· |
| And leave me loitering here in town. | 9 | ···/˘˘··· |
| For me, the ebb of London's wave, | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| Not ocean-thunder in Cornish cave. | 9 | ·/˘/˘·/˘· |
| My friends (save only one or two) | 8 | ···/˘··· |
| Gone to the glistening marge, like you,-- | 9 | ···/˘˘··· |
| The opera season with blare and din | 9 | ·/˘/˘···· |
| Dying sublime in Lohengrin,-- | 8 | /˘˘/·/˘˘ |
| Houses darkened, whose blinded panes | 9 | /˘/˘˘·/˘· |
| All thoughts, save of the dead, preclude,-- | 8 | ······˘/ |
| The parks a puddle of tropic rains,-- | 9 | ···/˘·/˘· |
| Clubland a pensive solitude,-- | 8 | ···/˘/˘· |
| For me, now you and yours are flown, | 8 | ········ |
| The fellowship of books alone! | 8 | ·/˘···˘/ |
| For you, the snaky wave, upflung | 8 | ···/˘·˘/ |
| With writhing head and hissing tongue; | 8 | ·/˘··/˘· |
| The weed whose tangled fibres tell | 9 | ···/˘˘/˘· |
| Of some inviolate deep-sea dell; | 9 | ··˘/˘˘··· |
| The faultless, secret-chambered shell, | 9 | ·/˘/˘/˘˘· |
| Whose sound is an epitome | 8 | ····˘/˘˘ |
| Of all the utterance of the sea; | 9 | ···/˘˘··· |
| Great, basking, twinkling wastes of brine; | 9 | ·/˘/˘˘··· |
| Far clouds of gulls that wheel and swerve | 8 | ········ |
| In unanimity divine, | 8 | ··˘/˘˘˘/ |
| With undulation serpentine, | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| And wondrous, consentaneous curve, | 8 | ·/˘····· |
| Flashing in sudden silver sheen, | 8 | /˘·/˘/˘· |
| Then melting on the sky-line keen; | 8 | ·/˘····· |
| The world-forgotten coves that seem | 8 | ··˘/˘··· |
| Lapt in some magic old sea-dream, | 8 | ···/˘··· |
| Where, shivering off the milk-white foam, | 9 | ·/˘˘····· |
| Lost airs wander, seeking home, | 7 | ··/˘/˘· |
| And into clefts and caverns peep, | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| Fissures paven with powdered shell, | 9 | /˘/˘·/˘˘· |
| Recesses of primeval sleep, | 8 | /˘˘·˘/˘· |
| Tranced with an immemorial spell; | 10 | ·˘···˘/˘˘· |
| The granite fangs eternally | 8 | ·/˘·˘/˘˘ |
| Rending the blanch'd lips of the sea; | 8 | /˘······ |
| The breaker clutching land, then hurled | 9 | ·/˘/˘···˘ |
| Back on its own tormented world; | 8 | ····/·˘· |
| The mountainous upthunderings, | 8 | ·/˘˘···· |
| The glorious energy of things, | 9 | ·/˘˘/˘˘·· |
| The power, the joy, the cosmic thrill, | 9 | ·/˘···/˘· |
| Earth's ecstasy made visible, | 8 | ·/˘˘·/˘˘ |
| World-rapture old as Night and new | 8 | ·/˘····· |
| As sunrise;--this, all this, for you! | 8 | ·/······ |
| So, by Atlantic breezes fanned, | 9 | ··˘/˘/˘·˘ |
| You roam the limits of the land, | 8 | ···/˘··· |
| And I in London's world abide, | 8 | ···/˘·˘/ |
| Poor flotsam on the human tide!-- | 8 | ·/˘··/˘· |
| Nay, rather, isled amid the stream-- | 9 | ·/˘·˘˘/·· |
| Watching the flood--and, half in dream | 8 | /˘······ |
| Guessing the sources whence it rose, | 8 | /˘·/˘··· |
| And musing to what Deep it flows. | 8 | ·/˘····· |
| For still the ancient riddles mar | 8 | ···/˘/˘· |
| Our joy in man, in leaf, in star. | 9 | /˘······· |
| The Whence and Whither give no rest, | 8 | ···/˘··· |
| The Wherefore is a hopeless quest; | 8 | ·/˘··/˘· |
| And the dull wight who never thinks,-- | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| Who, chancing on the sleeping Sphinx, | 8 | ·/˘··/˘· |
| Passes unchallenged,--fares the best! | 9 | /˘˘/˘˘··· |
| But ill it suits this random verse | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| The high enigmas to rehearse, | 8 | ··˘/˘·˘/ |
| And touch with desultory tongue | 8 | ···/˘·˘· |
| Secrets no man from Night hath wrung. | 8 | /˘······ |
| We ponder, question, doubt--and pray | 8 | ·/˘/˘··· |
| The Deep to answer Yea or Nay; | 8 | ···/˘··· |
| And what does the engirdling wave, | 8 | ········ |
| The undivulging, yield us, save | 8 | ········ |
| Aspersion of bewildering spray? | 9 | ˘/˘·˘/˘˘· |
| We do but dally on the beach, | 8 | ···/˘··· |
| Writing our little thoughts full large, | 9 | /˘/˘/˘··· |
| While Ocean with imperious speech | 9 | ·/˘·˘/˘˘· |
| Derides us trifling by the marge. | 8 | ˘/·/˘··· |
| Nay, we are children, who all day | 8 | ···/˘··· |
| Beside the unknown waters play, | 8 | ˘/·˘//˘· |
| And dig with small toy-spade the sand, | 8 | ········ |
| Thinking our trenches wondrous deep, | 9 | /˘/˘/˘/˘· |
| Till twilight falls, and hand-in-hand | 8 | ·/······ |
| Nurse takes us home, well tired, to sleep; | 10 | ·····/˘˘·· |
| Sleep, and forget our toys, and be | 9 | ··˘//˘··· |
| Lulled by the great unsleeping sea. | 9 | ·˘······· |
| Enough!--to Cornwall you go down, | 8 | ˘/·/˘··· |
| And I tag rhymes in London town. | 8 | ·····/˘· |
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