Analysis of Worn Out
Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal 1829 (London) – 1862 (London)
Thy strong arms are around me, love
My head is on thy breast;
Low words of comfort come from thee
Yet my soul has no rest.
For I am but a startled thing
Nor can I ever be
Aught save a bird whose broken wing
Must fly away from thee.
I cannot give to thee the love
I gave so long ago,
The love that turned and struck me down
Amid the blinding snow.
I can but give a failing heart
And weary eyes of pain,
A faded mouth that cannot smile
And may not laugh again.
Yet keep thine arms around me, love,
Until I fall to sleep;
Then leave me, saying no goodbye
Lest I might wake, and weep.
Scheme | ABCB DCDC AEXE XXXX AFXF |
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Poetic Form | Quatrain (80%) Etheree (30%) Tetractys (20%) |
Metre | 11110111 111111 11110111 111111 11110101 111101 11011101 110111 11011101 111101 01110111 010101 11110101 010111 01011101 011101 11110111 011111 1111011 111101 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 584 |
Words | 123 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 5 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 20 |
Letters per line (avg) | 22 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 89 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 24 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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