Analysis of The Last Port
Frank Wilmot 1881 (Collingwood) – 1942
I WROUGHT and battled and wept, near and afar
I scanned the secret of the bud and star.
Hill-road and desert, and the hurrying street
Know well the impress of my restless feet!
Then some one came with soft, caressing glance,
Slow, like a woman out of all romance.
Love closed around me these warm, folded wings—
That was the end of all my wanderings.
| Scheme | AA BB CC DD |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | Couplet |
| Metre | 11010011001 1101010101 11010001001 1100111101 1111110101 1101011101 1101111101 1101111100 |
| Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
| Characters | 378 |
| Words | 67 |
| Sentences | 5 |
| Stanzas | 4 |
| Stanza Lengths | 2, 2, 2, 2 |
| Lines Amount | 8 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 34 |
| Words per line (avg) | 8 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 69 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 16 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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