Analysis of Ours was a friendship in secret
Lesbia Harford 1891 (Brighton) – 1927 (Australia)
Ours was a friendship in secret, my dear,
Stolen from fate.
I must be secret still, show myself calm
Early and late.
'Isn't it sad he was killed!' I must hear
With a smooth face.
'Yes, it is sad.' — Oh, my darling, my own,
My heart of grace.
| Scheme | ABCBDEFE |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 10101001011 1011 111101111 1001 1011111111 1011 1111111011 1111 |
| Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
| Characters | 251 |
| Words | 53 |
| Sentences | 7 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 8 |
| Lines Amount | 8 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 22 |
| Words per line (avg) | 6 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 174 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 49 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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