Analysis of A Dirge
Edith Nesbit 1858 (Kennington, Surrey ) – 1924 (New Romney, Kent)
LET Summer go
To other gardens; here we have no need of her.
She smiles and beckons, but we take no heed of her,
Who love not Summer, but bare boughs and snow,
Set the snow free
To choke the insolent triumph of the year,
With birds that sing as though he still were here,
And flowers that blow as if he still could see.
Let the rose die--
What ailed the rose to blow? she is not dear to us,
Nor all the summer pageant that draws near to us;
Let it be over soon, let it go by!
Let winter come,
With the wild mourning of the wind-tossed boughs
To drown the stillness of the empty house
To which no more the little feet come home.
Scheme | ABBA CXXC DEED XXXX |
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Poetic Form | Quatrain (50%) |
Metre | 1101 110101111110 110101111110 1111011101 1011 11010010101 1111111101 01011111111 1011 110111111111 110101011111 1111011111 1101 1011010111 1101010101 1111010111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 635 |
Words | 130 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 30 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 120 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 32 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 14, 2023
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