Analysis of At Seventeen
Arthur Symons 1865 (Milford Haven) – 1945
You were a child, and liked me, yesterday.
To-day you are a woman, and perhaps
Those softer eyes betoken the sweet lapse
Of liking into loving: who shall say?
Only I know that there can be for us
No liking more, nor any kisses now,
But they shall wake sweet shame upon your brow
Sweetly, or in a rose calamitous.
Trembling upon the verge of some new dawn
You stand, as if awakened out of sleep,
And it is I who cried to you, 'Arise!'
I who would fain call back the child that's gone,
And what you lost for me would have you keep,
Fearing to meet the woman of your eyes.
Scheme | ABBACDDC EFGEFG |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 100101110 1111010001 11011011 1100110111 1011111111 1101110101 1111110111 1010010100 10001011111 1111010111 0111111101 1111110111 0111111111 1011010111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 565 |
Words | 116 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 6 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 31 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 218 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 57 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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