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Stanza 4 Summary

Get out the microscope, because we’re going through this poem line-by-line.

Lines 49-52

And ever when the moon was low,
   And the shrill winds were up and away,
In the white curtain, to and fro,
   She saw the gusty shadow sway.

  • The moon is out and so is the wind. It sounds like another gloomy night.
  • The wind is described as "shrill," almost like it has a voice.
  • So, is she hearing voices now?
  • It's possible. There's even a shadow moving about the room, though it's probably just the white curtain.
  • She may be so lonely that she's seeing and hearing things that aren't actually there. Things are getting kind of freaky.

Lines 53-56

But when the moon was very low
   And wild winds bound within their cell,
   The shadow of the poplar fell
Upon her bed, across her brow.

  • We get it: the moon was low. (There's some more anaphora for ya, Shmoopers.)
  • The speaker says the winds are bound inside a "cell." Hmm—could this be a metaphor for jail?
  • It seems like this landscape exists in a very small space. The woman doesn't go very far from the farmhouse. It's almost like her grief has put her in jail.
  • Metaphorically, then, Mariana's life is a prison sentence—at least, that's how she feels.

Lines 57-60

    She only said, "The night is dreary,
    He cometh not," she said;
    She said "I am aweary, aweary,
     I would that I were dead!"

  • There's the refrain, again. Only now, she's back to "night." We could've seen that coming.
  • If you read the poem aloud, by this stanza you may be thinking: okay, we get it. This stuff is dreary.
  • That's kind of the point, though: sorrow has a way of becoming monotonous—much like this refrain.