Analysis of The Flood
William Henry Davies 1871 – 1940
I thought my true love slept;
Behind her chair I crept
And pulled out a long pin;
The golden flood came out,
She shook it all about,
With both our faces in.
Ah! little wren, I know
Your mossy, small nest now
A windy, cold place is;
No eye can see my face,
Howe'er it watch the place
Where I half drown in bliss.
When I am drowned hald dead,
She laughs and shakes her head;
Flogged by her hair-waves, I
Withdraw my face from there;
But never once, I swear,
She heard a mercy cry.
Scheme | AABCCB XXXDDX EEFGGF |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 111111 010111 011011 010111 111101 1110100 110111 11111 010111 111111 101101 111101 111111 110101 110111 011111 110111 110101 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 484 |
Words | 98 |
Sentences | 5 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 6, 6, 6 |
Lines Amount | 18 |
Letters per line (avg) | 20 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 121 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 32 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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