Analysis of Opals
Arthur Symons 1865 (Milford Haven) – 1945
My soul is like this cloudy, flaming opal ring.
The fields of earth are in it, green and glimmering,
The waves of the blue sky, night's purple flower of noon,
The vanishing cold scintillations of the moon,
And the red heart that is a flame within a flame.
And as the opal dies, and is re-born the same,
And all the fire that is its life-blood seems to dart
Through the veined variable intricacies of its heart,
And ever wandering ever wanders back again,
So must my swift soul constant to itself remain.
Opal, have I not been as variable as you?
But, cloudy opal flaming green and red and blue,
Are you not ever constant in your varying,
Even as my soul, O captive opal of my ring?
Scheme | AABBCCDDEFGGAA |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 111111010101 011110110100 0110111101011 010011101 001111010101 010101011101 0101011111111 10110001000111 0101001010101 111111010101 1011111100011 110101010101 111101001100 1011111010111 |
Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
Characters | 676 |
Words | 131 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 38 |
Words per line (avg) | 9 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 530 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 129 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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