Analysis of Love Is Master Still
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt 1840 (Petworth House) – 1922 (United Kingdom)
Since that it may not be,
The thing my soul desires,
And that Love's tenderer fires
Are doomed to loss and Time's sterility,
Ours be it this one day
Flowers at Love's feet to lay,
For Love is master still, or be we bond or free.
We may not quite be blest.
Time's treasure is too great,
And ours too weak a fate,
And Joy burns low, a sun--flame in the West.
Night comes, the while we stand
Forlornly hand in hand,
And then the tears begin, the dreams that have no rest.
Yet, since it may not be,
And Love can not be wise,
And in each other's eyes
We still must seek Time's lost felicity,
Ours be it this last day
Flowers on Love's grave to lay,
For Love is master still, or be we bond or free.
Scheme | abbaccA deedffd aggaccA |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 111111 0111010 011110 1111010100 1011111 1011111 111101111111 111111 110111 0101101 0111011001 110111 1101 010101011111 111111 011111 001101 1111110100 1011111 1011111 111101111111 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 680 |
Words | 142 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 7, 7, 7 |
Lines Amount | 21 |
Letters per line (avg) | 25 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 174 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 47 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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