Analysis of The Fallen Poet
Herbert Asquith 1881 – 1947
NOW that the soul has left its throne
Behind your mortal eyes,
And light, and colour and sound are gone
From the body's palaces :
Still in his wood the blackbird calls,
But there is one too few to hear :
And one too few to watch the trout
Swim through the music of the weir.
And once I dreamt that you were gone,
As dust upon the wave ;
Or, as a dropp in some deep well,
That none could sort or save.
But falling low between the stars,
So soon as I had such a fear,
At dusk and dawn a whisper came :
'The dead are near: the dead are near.
Scheme | XXAXXBXB ACXCXDXD |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11011111 011101 01010111 1010100 10110101 11111111 01111101 11010101 01111101 110101 11010111 111111 11010101 11111101 11010101 01110111 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 563 |
Words | 112 |
Sentences | 4 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 8 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 25 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 204 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 57 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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