To a Seabird
Fain would I have thee barter fates with me,--Lone loiterer where the shells like jewels be,Hung on the fringe and frayed hem of the sea.But no,--'twere cruel, wild-wing'd Bliss! to thee.
Words in this poem
- fain v. t.
- To be glad ; to wish or desire.
- lone n.
- A lane. See Loanin.
- loiterer n.
- One who loiters; an idler.
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
About this text
To a Seabird is in the public domain. This text is taken from The Poems of William Watson, Project Gutenberg ebook #13179; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.
Cite as: William Watson, To a Seabird, in The Poems of William Watson (1892–1905), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #13179, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/watson-poems/to-a-seabird.html, id L11317.
Form and metre
To a Seabird is 4 lines in a single stanza. It is in rhyming couplets: heroic couplets. This poem did not settle on a metre of its own; the book it comes from is in iambic pentameter. 90% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 10.2 syllables.
See other poems in heroic couplets, other poems in iambic pentameter.
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 AAAA meA · beA · seaA · theeA
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 pentameter. How this is done.
| Line | Syl. | Stress |
|---|---|---|
| Fain would I have thee barter fates with me,-- | 10 | ·····/˘··· |
| Lone loiterer where the shells like jewels be, | 11 | ·/˘˘····/˘· |
| Hung on the fringe and frayed hem of the sea. | 10 | ·········· |
| But no,--'twere cruel, wild-wing'd Bliss! to thee. | 10 | ···/˘····· |
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