Analysis of The Lost Friend
Amy Levy 1861 (London) – 1889 (London)
The people take the thing of course,
They marvel not to see
This strange, unnatural divorce
Betwixt delight and me.
I know the face of sorrow, and I know
Her voice with all its varied cadences;
Which way she turns and treads; how at her ease
Things fit her dreary largess to bestow.
Where sorrow long abides, some be that grow
To hold her dear, but I am not of these;
Joy is my friend, not sorrow; by strange seas,
In some far land we wandered, long ago.
O faith, long tried, that knows no faltering!
O vanished treasure of her hands and face!--
Beloved--to whose memory I cling,
Unmoved within my heart she holds her place.
And never shall I hail that other "friend,"
Who yet shall dog my footsteps to the end.
Scheme | ABAB CXDC CDDC EFEF GG |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 01010111 110111 11010001 010101 1101110011 0111110100 1111011101 1101010101 1101011111 1101111111 1111110111 0111110101 1111111100 1101010101 011110011 0101111101 0101111101 111111101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 702 |
Words | 138 |
Sentences | 8 |
Stanzas | 5 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 2 |
Lines Amount | 18 |
Letters per line (avg) | 31 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 110 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 27 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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