Aedh Laments the Loss of Love

W. B. Yeats (1865–1939) · 1899

iambic tetrameter · ABABCAC · 7 lines · from The Wind Among the Reeds

Pale brows, still hands and dim hair,I had a beautiful friendAnd dreamed that the old despairWould end in love in the end:She looked in my heart one dayAnd saw your image was there;She has gone weeping away.

About this text

Aedh Laments the Loss of Love is in the public domain. This text is taken from The Wind Among the Reeds, Project Gutenberg ebook #32233; 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, Aedh Laments the Loss of Love, in The Wind Among the Reeds (1899), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #32233, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/yeats-wind-among-reeds/aedh-laments-the-loss-of-love.html, id L04525.

Form and metre

Aedh Laments the Loss of Love is 7 lines in a single stanza. It rhymes ABABCAC. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 77%). 88% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 7.3 syllables.

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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 ABABCAC hairA · friendB · despairA · endB · dayC · thereA · awayC
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
Pale brows, still hands and dim hair,7·······
I had a beautiful friend7···/˘˘·
And dreamed that the old despair8··˘···˘/
Would end in love in the end:7·······
She looked in my heart one day8··˘·····
And saw your image was there;7···/˘··
She has gone weeping away.7···/˘˘/

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