Analysis of Beyond
Ernest Christopher Dowson 1867 – 1900
Love's aftermath! I think the time is now
That we must gather in, alone, apart
The saddest crop of all the crops that grow,
Love's aftermath.
Ah, sweet,--sweet yesterday, the tears that start
Can not put back the dial; this is, I trow,
Our harvesting! Thy kisses chill my heart,
Our lips are cold; averted eyes avow
The twilight of poor love: we can but part,
Dumbly and sadly, reaping as we sow,
Love's aftermath.
| Scheme | abcDbcbabaD |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 110110111 1111000101 0101110111 110 111100111 11110101111 10100110111 10111010101 011111111 101010111 110 |
| Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
| Characters | 422 |
| Words | 78 |
| Sentences | 5 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 11 |
| Lines Amount | 11 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 29 |
| Words per line (avg) | 7 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 316 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 75 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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