Analysis of Modern Love XLV: It Is the Season
George Meredith 1828 (Portsmouth, Hampshire) – 1909 (Box Hill, Surrey)
It is the season of the sweet wild rose,
My Lady's emblem in the heart of me!
So golden-crownèd shines she gloriously,
And with that softest dream of blood she glows:
Mild as an evening heaven round Hesper bright!
I pluck the flower, and smell it, and revive
The time when in her eyes I stood alive.
I seem to look upon it out of Night.
Here's Madam, stepping hastily. Her whims
Bid her demand the flower, which I let drop.
As I proceed, I feel her sharply stop,
And crush it under heel with trembling limbs.
She joins me in a cat-like way, and talks
Of company, and even condescends
To utter laughing scandal of old friends.
These are the summer days, and these our walks.
Scheme | ABBACDDCEFFEGAHG |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1101010111 1101000111 11011111000 0111011111 11110101101 11010011001 0110011101 1111011111 1101010001 10010101111 1101110101 01110111001 1110011101 11000101 1101010111 11010101101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 682 |
Words | 129 |
Sentences | 10 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 16 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 33 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 521 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 127 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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