Analysis of Saint Germain-En-Laye
Through the green boughs I hardly saw thy face,
They twined so close: the sun was in mine eyes;
And now the sullen trees in sombre lace
Stand bare beneath the sinister, sad skies.
O sun and summer! Say in what far night,
The gold and green, the glory of thine head,
Of bough and branch have fallen? Oh, the white
Gaunt ghosts that flutter where thy feet have sped,
Across the terrace that is desolate,
And rang then with thy laughter, ghost of thee,
That holds its shroud up with most delicate,
Dead fingers, and behind the ghost of me,
Tripping fantastic with a mouth that jeers
At roseal flowers of youth the turbid streams
Toss in derision down the barren years
To death the host of all our golden dreams.
Scheme | ABAB CDCD EFEF XGXG |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1011110111 1111011011 010101011 1101010011 1101010111 0101010111 1101110101 1111011111 0101011100 0111110111 1111111100 1100010111 1001010111 111011011 1001010101 11011110101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 712 |
Words | 135 |
Sentences | 5 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 35 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 140 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 33 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 17, 2023
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