Analysis of Not A Word
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt 1840 (Petworth House) – 1922 (United Kingdom)
Love, my heart is faint with waiting,
Faint with hope and joy deferred,
All night long at this sad grating,
Sleepless like a prisoned bird,
Singing low,
Singing slow:
Come, ah come, love.--Not a word!
Love, in vain for thee this token
Did I tie, poor silken cord,
To my window. See, 'tis broken
And the strands fly heavenward.
All are free,
All but me.
Come, ah come, love.--Not a word!
Lo, the first sad streak of morning
Cleaves the heaven like a sword.
Love, too late I hear the warning,
Of thy footstep on the sward.
Yet, ah yet,
Though 'tis late,
Come; but mind, love, not a word!
Scheme | ababccB dedbffB aeaexxb |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11111110 1110101 11111110 1010101 101 101 1111101 10111110 1111101 11101110 00111 111 111 1111101 10111110 1010101 11111010 111101 111 111 1111101 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 573 |
Words | 114 |
Sentences | 11 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 7, 7, 7 |
Lines Amount | 21 |
Letters per line (avg) | 21 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 145 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 37 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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