Analysis of Moonstruck
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt 1840 (Petworth House) – 1922 (United Kingdom)
I have quarrelled with the Moon. I loved her once,
As all boys love one face supremely fair.
I had heard her praised, and I too, happy dunce,
Let my tongue wag and made her my heart's prayer.
My prayer! For what, great heaven? The midnight air
Seemed trembling in her presence, and those nuns
The worshipping host knelt round her, star and star,
And sobbed ``magnificat'' in antiphons.
She was my saint, queen, goddess. Then, one night,
Another face I saw, which, not a god's,
Moved me to dreams more sweet than reverence,
And we were near our bliss, when from the clouds
Her angry eyes looked down and drove us thence
Moonstruck and blind and robbed of our delight.
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Metre | 1111011101 11111101001 11101011101 1111010111 1111110011 11000010011 01001110101 011010 1111110111 0101111101 1111111100 01011011101 0101110111 1010111001 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 661 |
Words | 123 |
Sentences | 9 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 37 |
Words per line (avg) | 9 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 517 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 121 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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