Solitude

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850–1919) · 1883

iambic tetrameter · 24 lines · from Poems of Passion

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;Weep, and you weep alone;For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,But has trouble enough of its own.Sing, and the hills will answer;Sigh, it is lost on the air;The echoes bound to a joyful sound,But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;Grieve, and they turn and go;They want full measure of all your pleasure,But they do not need your woe.Be glad, and your friends are many;Be sad, and you lose them all;There are none to decline your nectar'd wine,But alone you must drink life's gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;Fast, and the world goes by.Succeed and give, and it helps you live,But no man can help you die.There is room in the halls of pleasureFor a large and lordly train,But one by one we must all file onThrough the narrow aisles of pain.

Words in this poem

borrow v. t.
To receive from another as a loan, with the implied or expressed intention of returning the identical article or its equivalent in kind; -- the opposite of lend. [OE. borwen, AS. borgian, fr. borg, borh, pledge; akin to D. borg, G. borg; prob. fr. root of AS. beorgan to protect. Borough.]

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

About this text

Solitude is in the public domain. This text is taken from Poems of Passion, Project Gutenberg ebook #16776; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Ella Wheeler Wilcox, Solitude, in Poems of Passion (1883), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #16776, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/wilcox-passion/solitude.html, id L22204.

Form and metre

Solitude is 24 lines in 3 stanzas of 8 lines each. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 81%).

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. 1 -A-A-B-B you · aloneA · mirth · ownA · answer · airB · sound · careB
  2. 2 -A-A-B-B you · goA · pleasure · woeA · many · allB · wine · gallB
  3. 3 -A-A-B-B crowded · byA · live · dieA · pleasure · trainB · on · painB
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.

LineSyl.Stress
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;7·······
Weep, and you weep alone;6····˘/
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,10······/···
But has trouble enough of its own.9··/˘˘/···
Sing, and the hills will answer;7·····/˘
Sigh, it is lost on the air;7·······
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,9·/˘···/˘·
But shrink from voicing care.6···/˘·
Rejoice, and men will seek you;7˘/·····
Grieve, and they turn and go;6······
They want full measure of all your pleasure,10···/˘···/˘
But they do not need your woe.7·······
Be glad, and your friends are many;8······/˘
Be sad, and you lose them all;7·······
There are none to decline your nectar'd wine,10····˘/····
But alone you must drink life's gall.8·˘/·····
Feast, and your halls are crowded;7·····/˘
Fast, and the world goes by.6······
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,9˘/·······
But no man can help you die.7·······
There is room in the halls of pleasure9·······/˘
For a large and lordly train,7····/˘·
But one by one we must all file on9·········
Through the narrow aisles of pain.7··/˘···

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