The Fool by the Roadside

W. B. Yeats (1865–1939) · 1928

iambic trimeter · 12 lines · from The Tower

When my days that haveFrom cradle run to graveFrom grave to cradle run instead;When thoughts that a foolHas wound upon a spoolAre but loose thread, are but loose thread.

When cradle and spool are pastAnd I mere shade at lastCoagulate of stuffTransparent like the wind,I think that I may findA faithful love, a faithful love.

About this text

The Fool by the Roadside is in the public domain. This text is taken from The tower, Project Gutenberg ebook #72985; 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, The Fool by the Roadside, in The Tower (1928), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #72985, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/yeats-tower/the-fool-by-the-roadside.html, id L19979.

Form and metre

The Fool by the Roadside is 12 lines in 2 stanzas of 6 lines each. The metre is iambic trimeter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 91%).

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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 AABCCB haveA · graveA · insteadB · foolC · spoolC · threadB
  2. 2 AA-BB- pastA · lastA · stuff · windB · findB · love
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 trimeter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
When my days that have5·····
From cradle run to grave6·/˘···
From grave to cradle run instead;8···/˘·˘/
When thoughts that a fool5·····
Has wound upon a spool6······
Are but loose thread, are but loose thread.8········
When cradle and spool are past7·/˘····
And I mere shade at last6······
Coagulate of stuff6˘/˘···
Transparent like the wind,6˘/˘···
I think that I may find6······
A faithful love, a faithful love.8·/˘··/˘·

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