Analysis of Wayfarers, The
Rupert Brooke 1887 (Rugby) – 1915 (Aegean Sea)
Is it the hour? We leave this resting-place
Made fair by one another for a while.
Now, for a god-speed, one last mad embrace;
The long road then, unlit by your faint smile.
Ah! the long road! and you so far away!
Oh, I'll remember! but . . . each crawling day
Will pale a little your scarlet lips, each mile
Dull the dear pain of your remembered face.
. . . Do you think there's a far border town, somewhere,
The desert's edge, last of the lands we know,
Some gaunt eventual limit of our light,
In which I'll find you waiting; and we'll go
Together, hand in hand again, out there,
Into the waste we know not, into the night?
Scheme | ABABCCBA DEFEDF |
---|---|
Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11010111101 1111010101 1101111101 011111111 1011011101 1101011101 11010110111 1011110101 1111011011 011110111 110100101101 0111110011 0101010111 01011110101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 633 |
Words | 118 |
Sentences | 16 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 6 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 33 |
Words per line (avg) | 9 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 233 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 62 |
Font size:
Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 14, 2023
- 36 sec read
- 66 Views
Citation
Use the citation below to add this poem analysis to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"Wayfarers, The" Poetry.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 30 Apr. 2024. <https://www.poetry.com/poem-analysis/33768/wayfarers%2C-the>.
Discuss this Rupert Brooke poem analysis with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In