Tears

Walt Whitman (1819–1892) · 1855–1892

Free verse · 14 lines · from Leaves of Grass

Tears! tears! tears!In the night, in solitude, tears,On the white shore dripping, dripping, suck’d in by the sand,Tears, not a star shining, all dark and desolate,Moist tears from the eyes of a muffled head;O who is that ghost? that form in the dark, with tears?What shapeless lump is that, bent, crouch’d there on the sand?Streaming tears, sobbing tears, throes, choked with wild cries;O storm, embodied, rising, careering with swift steps along the beach!O wild and dismal night storm, with wind--O belching and desperate!O shade so sedate and decorous by day, with calm countenance andregulated pace,But away at night as you fly, none looking--O then the unloosen’d ocean,Of tears! tears! tears!

Words in this poem

dripping n.
A falling in drops, or the sound so made.
ghost n.
The spirit; the soul of man. [OE. gast, gost, soul, spirit, AS. gast breath, spirit, soul; akin to OS. g spirit, soul, D. geest, G. geist, and prob. to E. gaze, ghastly.]
streaming a.
Sending forth streams.
sobbing n.
A series of short, convulsive inspirations, the glottis being suddenly closed so that little or no air enters into the lungs.
dismal a.
Fatal; ill-omened; unlucky. [Formerly a noun; e. g., "I trow it was in the dismalle." Chaucer. Of uncertain origin; but perh. (as suggested by Skeat) from OF. disme, F. dîme, tithe, the phr]
desperate a.
Without hope; given to despair; hopeless. [L. desperatus, p. p. of desperare. See Despair, and cf. Desperado.]

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

About this text

Tears is in the public domain. This text is taken from Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg ebook #1322; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Walt Whitman, Tears, in Leaves of Grass (1855–1892), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #1322, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/whitman-leaves/tears.html, id L03913.

Form and metre

Tears is 14 lines in a single stanza. 83% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 11.3 syllables. 3 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 7% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

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. 1 AAB--AB---B--A tearsA · tearsA · sandB · desolate · head · tearsA · sandB · cries · beach · desperate · andB · pace · ocean · tearsA
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. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
Tears! tears! tears!3···
In the night, in solitude, tears,8····/˘··
On the white shore dripping, dripping, suck’d in by the sand,13····/˘/˘·····
Tears, not a star shining, all dark and desolate,12····/˘···/˘˘
Moist tears from the eyes of a muffled head;10·······/˘·
O who is that ghost? that form in the dark, with tears?12············
What shapeless lump is that, bent, crouch’d there on the sand?12·/˘·········
Streaming tears, sobbing tears, throes, choked with wild cries;11/˘·/˘······
O storm, embodied, rising, careering with swift steps along the beach!17··˘/˘/˘˘/˘···˘/··
O wild and dismal night storm, with wind--O belching and desperate!15···/˘·····/˘·/˘
O shade so sedate and decorous by day, with calm countenance and17···˘/·/˘˘····/˘˘·
regulated pace,5/˘·˘·
But away at night as you fly, none looking--O then the unloosen’d ocean,19·˘/······/˘······/˘
Of tears! tears! tears!4····

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