Analysis of Renaissance
Thomas Sturge Moore 1870 – 1944
O happy soul, forget thy self!
This that has haunted all the past,
That conjured disappointments fast,
That never could let well alone;
That, climbing to achievement's throne,
Slipped on the last step; this that wove
Dissatisfaction's clinging net,
And ran through life like squandered pelf:--
This that till now has been thy self
Forget, O happy soul, forget.
If ever thou didst aught commence,--
Set'st forth in springtide woods to rove,--
Or, when the sun in July throve,
Didst plunge into calm bay of ocean
With fine felicity in motion,--
Or, having climbed some high hill's brow,
Thy toil behind thee like the night,
Stoodst in the chill dawn's air intense;--
Commence thus now, thus recommence:
Take to the future as to light.
Not as a bather on the shore
Strips of his clothes, glad soul, strip thou:
He throws them off, but folds them now;
Although he for the billows yearns,
To weight them down with stones he turns;
To mark the spot he scans the shore;
Of his return he thinks before.
Do thou forget
All that, until this joy franchised thee,
Tainted thee, stained thee, or disguised thee;
For gladness, henceforth without let,
Be thou a body, naked, fair;
And be thy kingdom all the air
Which the noon fills with light;
And be thine actions every one,
Like to a dawn or set of sun,
Robed in an ample glory's peace;
Since thou hast tasted this great glee
Whose virtue prophesies in thee
That wrong is wholly doomed, is doomed and bound to cease.
Scheme | ABBCCDEAAE FDDGGHIFF IJHHKKJJE LLEMMIGGNLLN |
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Poetic Form | Etheree (33%) Tetractys (25%) |
Metre | 11010111 11110101 11000101 11011101 110111 11011111 1101 01111101 11111111 01110101 11011101 11101111 1101011 110111110 110100010 11011111 11011101 10011101 011111 11010111 11010101 11111111 11111111 1110101 11111111 11011101 11011101 1101 110111101 101111011 1111011 11010101 01110101 101111 011101001 11011111 1011011 11110111 11010001 111101110111 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,423 |
Words | 266 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 10, 9, 9, 12 |
Lines Amount | 40 |
Letters per line (avg) | 28 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 283 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 65 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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