Such a meter is very rare, but Swinburne was up to it:
 

               /         *    *    /   *     *    /     *        *    /     *     *   /       *   *     /     *  *
           Strained as the sinews yet strenuous with strife of the dead who is dumb as the
 
              /      *       *     /   (*)  (*)
           dust-heaps of death;
            Surely no soul is it, sweet as the spasm of erotic emotional exquisite error,
              Bathed in the balms of beatified bliss, beatific itself by beatitude's breath.
            Surely no spirit or sense of a soul that was soft to the spirit and soul of our senses
              Sweetens the stress of suspiring suspicion that sobs in the semblance and sound     of a sigh;