Analysis of A Fleeting Passion
William Henry Davies 1871 – 1940
Thou shalt not laugh, thou shalt not romp,
Let's grimly kiss with bated breath;
As quietly and solemnly
As Life when it is kissing Death.
Now in the silence of the grave,
My hand is squeezing that soft breast;
While thou dost in such passion lie,
It mocks me with its look of rest.
But when the morning comes at last,
And we must part, our passions cold,
You'll think of some new feather, scarf
To buy with my small piece of gold;
And I'll be dreaming of green lanes,
Where little things with beating hearts
Hold shining eyes between the leaves,
Till men with horses pass, and carts.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11111111 11011101 11000100 11111101 10010101 11110111 11101101 11111111 11010111 011110101 11111101 11111111 01110111 11011101 11010101 11110101 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 590 |
Words | 111 |
Sentences | 4 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 8 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 28 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 228 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 55 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 21, 2023
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