Memory

W. B. Yeats (1865–1939) · 1919

iambic trimeter · 6 lines · from The Wild Swans at Coole

One had a lovely face,And two or three had charm,But charm and face were in vainBecause the mountain grassCannot but keep the formWhere the mountain hare has lain.

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Memory is in the public domain. This text is taken from The Wild Swans at Coole, Project Gutenberg ebook #32491; 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, Memory, in The Wild Swans at Coole (1919), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #32491, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/yeats-wild-swans/memory.html, id L20015.

Form and metre

Memory is 6 lines in a single stanza. The metre is iambic trimeter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 92%).

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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 --A--A face · charm · vainA · grass · form · lainA
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
One had a lovely face,6···/˘·
And two or three had charm,6······
But charm and face were in vain7·······
Because the mountain grass6···/˘·
Cannot but keep the form6/˘····
Where the mountain hare has lain.7··/˘···

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