Analysis of The Troubadour. Canto 2 G The Last Song
THE LAST SONG.
IT is the latest song of mine
That ever breathes thy name,
False idol of a dream-raised shrine,
Thy very thought is shame,--
Shame that I could my sprit bow
To one so very false as thou.
I had past years where the green wood
Makes twilight of the noon,
And I had watch'd the silver flood
Kiss'd by the rising moon;
And gazed upon the clear midnight
In all its luxury of light.
And, thrown where the blue violets dwell,
I would pass hours away,
Musing o'er some old chronicle
Fill'd with a wild love lay;
Till beauty seem'd to me a thing
Made for all nature's worshipping.
I saw thee, and the air grew bright
In thy clear eyes' sunshine;
I oft had dream'd of shapes of light,
But not of shape like thine.
My heart bow'd down,—I worshipp'd thee,
A woman and a deity.
I may not say how thy first look
Turn'd my whole soul to flame,
I read it as a glorious book
Fill'd with high deeds of fame;
I felt a hero's spirit rise,
Unknown till lighted at thine eyes.
False look, false hope, and falsest love!
All meteors sent to me
To show how they the heart could move,
And how deceiving be:
They left me, darken'd, crush'd, alone,
My bosom's household gods o'erthrown.
The world itself was changed, and all
That I had loved before
Seem'd as if gone beyond recall,
And I could hope no more;
The sear of fire, the dint of steel,
Are easier than Love's wounds to heal.
But this is past, and I can cope
With what I'd fain forget;
I have a sweet, a gentle hope
That lingers with me yet,—
A hope too fair, too pure to be
Named in the words that speak of thee.
Henceforth within the last recess
Of my heart shall remain
Thy name in all its bitterness,
But never named again;
The only memory of that heart
Will be to think how false thou art.
And yet I fain would name thy name,
My heart's now gentle queen,
E'en as they burn the perfumed flame
Where the plague spot has been;
Methinks that it will cleanse away
The ills that on my spirit prey.
Sweet EVA ! the last time I gazed
Upon thy deep blue eyes,
The cheek whereon my look had raised
A blush's crimson dyes,
I marvell'd, love, this heart of mine
Had worshipp'd at another shrine.
I will think of thee when the star,
That lit our own fair river,
Shines in the blue sky from afar,
As beautiful as ever;
That twilight star, sweet love, shall be
A sign and seal with thee and me!
Scheme | X ABABCC XDXDEE XFXFGG EAEAHH IBIBJJ XHXHXA KLKLMM NONOHH XXXXPP BXBXFF QJQJAA RSRSHH |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 011 11010111 110111 11010111 110111 1111111 11110111 11111011 11101 01110101 110101 0101011 01110011 011011001 1111001 101011100 110111 11011101 11110100 11100111 01111 11111111 111111 11111101 01000100 11111111 111111 111101001 111111 11010101 01110111 1111011 1100111 11110111 010101 11110101 11111 01011101 111101 1111011 011111 011100111 110011111 11110111 111101 11010101 110111 01111111 10011111 11010101 111101 11011100 110101 010100111 11111111 01111111 111101 111110011 101111 1111101 01111101 11001111 011111 0111111 01101 1111111 11010101 11111101 11101110 10011101 1100110 1111111 01011101 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 2,357 |
Words | 455 |
Sentences | 16 |
Stanzas | 13 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6 |
Lines Amount | 73 |
Letters per line (avg) | 24 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 137 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 35 |
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