Analysis of Song
William Blake 1757 (Soho) – 1827 (London)
My silks and fine array,
My smiles and languish'd air,
By love are driv'n away;
And mournful lean Despair
Brings me yew to deck my grave;
Such end true lovers have.
His face is fair as heav'n
When springing buds unfold;
O why to him was't giv'n
Whose heart is wintry cold?
His breast is love's all-worshipp'd tomb,
Where all love's pilgrims come.
Bring me an axe and spade,
Bring me a winding sheet;
When I my grave have made
Let winds and tempests beat:
Then down I'll lie as cold as clay.
True love doth pass away!
Scheme | ABABXX CDCDXX EFEFAA |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 110101 110101 111101 010101 1111111 111101 111111 110101 1111111 111101 11111101 111101 111101 110101 111111 11011 11111111 111101 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 507 |
Words | 100 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 6, 6, 6 |
Lines Amount | 18 |
Letters per line (avg) | 22 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 132 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 33 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 10, 2023
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