Analysis of Autumn Days
Lord Alfred Douglas 1870 (Worcestershire) – 1945 (Lancing)
I have been through the woods to-day
And the leaves were falling,
Summer had crept away,
And the birds were not calling.
And the bracken was like yellow gold
That comes too late,
When the heart is sad and old,
And death at the gate.
Ah, mournful Autumn ! Sad,
Slow death that comes at last,
I am mad for a yesterday, mad !
I am sick for a year that is past!
Though the sun be like blood in the sky
He is cold as the lips of hate,
And he fires the sere leaves as they lie
On their bed of earth, too late.
They are dead, and the bare trees weep
Not loud as a mortal weeping,
But as sorrow that sighs in sleep,
And as grief that is still in sleeping.
Scheme | ABAB CDCD EFEF GDGD HBHB |
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Poetic Form | Quatrain |
Metre | 11110111 001010 101101 0010110 001011101 1111 1011101 01101 110101 111111 11110101 111101111 101111001 11110111 0110011111 1111111 11100111 11101010 11101101 011111010 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 636 |
Words | 135 |
Sentences | 8 |
Stanzas | 5 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 20 |
Letters per line (avg) | 25 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 98 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 27 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 13, 2023
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