She

W. B. Yeats (1865–1939) · 1921

iambic pentameter · 7 lines · from Michael Robartes and the Dancer

Now she has thrown her arms above her head;Whether she threw them up to flout me,Or but to find,Now that no fingers bind,That her hair streams upon the wind,I do not know, that know I am afraidOf the hovering thing night brought me.

About this text

She is in the public domain. This text is taken from Michael Robartes and the dancer, Project Gutenberg ebook #72987; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: W. B. Yeats, She, in Michael Robartes and the Dancer (1921), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #72987, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/yeats-michael-robartes/she-3.html, id L19943.

Form and metre

She is 7 lines in a single stanza. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 83%).

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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 -ABBB-A head · meA · findB · bindB · windB · afraid · meA
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.

LineSyl.Stress
Now she has thrown her arms above her head;10··········
Whether she threw them up to flout me,9·········
Or but to find,4····
Now that no fingers bind,6···/˘·
That her hair streams upon the wind,8········
I do not know, that know I am afraid10········˘/
Of the hovering thing night brought me.8··/˘····

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