Analysis of The Lost Path
Elinor Morton Wylie 1885 (Somerville, New Jersey) – 1928 (New York City, New York)
The garden's full of scented wallflowers,
And, save that these stir faintly, nothing stirs;
Only a distant bell in hollow chime
Cried out just now for far-forgoten time,
And three reverberate words the great bell spoke.
The knocker's made of brass, the door of oak,
And such a clamor must be loosed on air
By the knocker's blow that knock I do not dare.
The silence is a spell, and if it break,
What things, that now lie sleeping, will awake?
Are simple creatures lying there in cool
Sweet linen sheets, in slumber like the pool
Of moonlight white as water on the floor?
Will they come down laughing and unlock the door?
And will they draw me in, and let me sit
On the tall settle while the lamp is lit?
And shall I see their innocent clean lives
Shining as plainly as the plates and knives,
The blue bowls, and the brass cage with its bird?
But listen! listen! surely something stirred
Within the house, and creeping down the halls
Draws close to me with sinister footfalls.
Will long pale fingers softly lift the latch,
And lead me up, under the osier thatch,
To a little room, a little secret room,
Hung with green arras picturing the doom,
The most disasterous death of some proud knight?
And shall I search the room by candle-light
And see, behind the curtains of my bed,
A murdered man who sleeps as sleep the dead?
Or will my clamorous knocking shake the trees
With lonely thunder through the stillnesses,
And then lie down--the coldest fear of all--
To nothing, and deliberate silence fall
On the house deep in the silence, and no one come
To door or window, staring blind and dumb?
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 01011101 0111110101 1001010101 11111111 01010010111 011110111 0101011111 1011111111 0101010111 1111110101 1101010101 1101010101 111110101 11111000101 0111100111 1011010111 0111110011 1011010101 0110011111 1101010101 0101010101 111111001 1111010101 011110011 10101010101 111110001 01111111 0111011101 0101010111 0101111101 111110101 11010101 0111010111 11000100101 101100100111 1111010101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,595 |
Words | 292 |
Sentences | 14 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 10, 9, 11, 6 |
Lines Amount | 36 |
Letters per line (avg) | 35 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 313 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 73 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 14, 2023
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