Analysis of To L —
Lord Alfred Douglas 1870 (Worcestershire) – 1945 (Lancing)
Thou that wast once my loved and loving friend,
A friend no more, I had forgot thee quite,
Why hast thou come to trouble my delight
With memories ? Oh ! I had clean made end
Of all that time, I had made haste to send
My soul into red places, and to light
A torch of pleasure to burn up my night.
What I have woven hast thou come to rend ?
In silent acres of forgetful flowers,
Crowned as of old with happy daffodils,
Long time my wounded soul has been a-straying,
Alas! it has chanced now on sombre hours
Of hard remembrances and sad delaying,
Leaving green valleys for the bitter hills
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1111110101 0111110111 1111110101 1100111111 1111111111 1101110011 0111011111 1111011111 01010101010 111111010 11110111010 0111111110 11010001010 1011010101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 581 |
Words | 114 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 6 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 33 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 229 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 58 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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