Analysis of Grey Hours: Naples
Arthur Symons 1865 (Milford Haven) – 1945
There are some hours when I seem so indifferent; all things fade
To an indifferent greyness, like that grey of the sky;
Always at evening-ends, on grey days; and I know not why,
But life, and art, and love, and death, are the shade of a shade.
Then, in those hours, I hear old voices murmur aloud,
And memory forgoes desire, too weary at heart for regret;
Dreams come with beckoning fingers, and I forget to forget;
The world as a cloud drifts by, or I drift by as a cloud.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 111101111010111 110101111101 1110111101111 11010101101101 10110111101001 01000101011011101 111100100101101 01101111111101 |
Closest metre | Iambic heptameter |
Characters | 474 |
Words | 93 |
Sentences | 3 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 8 |
Lines Amount | 8 |
Letters per line (avg) | 45 |
Words per line (avg) | 11 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 362 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 91 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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