Analysis of The Pilgrim
Put by the sun my joyful soul,
We are for darkness that is whole;
Put by the wine, now for long years
We must be thirsty with salt tears;
Put by the rose, bind thou instead
The fiercest thorns about thy head;
Put by the courteous tire, we need
But the poor pilgrim's blackest weed;
Put by — a'beit with tears — thy lute,
Sing but to God or else be mute.
Take leave of friends save such as dare
Thy love with Loneliness to share.
It is full tide. Put by regret.
Turn, turn away. Forget. Forget.
Put by the sun my lightless soul,
We are for darkness that is whole.
Scheme | aA xx bb cc dd ee ff aA |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11011101 11110111 11011111 11110111 11011101 01010111 1101001011 10110101 11011111 11111111 11111111 11110011 11111101 11010101 1101111 11110111 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 559 |
Words | 114 |
Sentences | 9 |
Stanzas | 8 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 27 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 54 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 14 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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