Analysis of The Hosting Of The Sidhe
William Butler Yeats 1865 (Sandymount) – 1939 (Menton)
The host is riding from Knocknarea
And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare;
Caoilte tossing his burning hair,
And Niamh calling Away, come away:
Empty your heart of its mortal dream.
The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round,
Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound,
Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are agleam,
Our arms are waving, our lips are apart;
And if any gaze on our rushing band,
We come between him and the deed of his hand,
We come between him and the hope of his heart.
The host is rushing 'twixt night and day,
And where is there hope or deed as fair?
Caoilte tossing his burning hair,
And Niamh calling Away, come away.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 0111011 010011111 1101101 011001101 101111101 010100111 10111101101 101110101101 101110101101 01101110101 11011001111 11011001111 011101101 011111111 1101101 011001101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 625 |
Words | 119 |
Sentences | 5 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 16 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 31 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 492 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 117 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on May 03, 2023
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