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
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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William Henry Davies

William Henry Davies or W H Davies was a Welsh poet and writer Davies spent a significant part of his life as a tramp or vagabond in the United States and United Kingdom but became known as one of the most popular poets of his time The principal themes in his work are the marvels of nature observations about lifes hardships his own tramping adventures and the various characters he met Davies is usually considered as one of the Georgian poets although much of his work is atypical of the style and themes adopted by others of the genre more…

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