Analysis of A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXIX
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt 1840 (Petworth House) – 1922 (United Kingdom)
How strangely now I come, a man of sorrow,
Nor yet such sorrow as youth dreamed of, blind,
But life's last indigence which dares not borrow
One garment more of Hope to cheat life's wind.
The mountains which we loved have grown unkind,
Nay, voiceless rather. Neither sound nor speech
Is heard among them, nor the thought enshrined
Of any deity man's tears may reach.
If I should speak, what echo would there come,
Of laughters lost, and dead unanswered prayers?
The shadow of each valley is a tomb
Filled with the dust of manifold despairs.
``Here we once lived'': This motto on the door
Of silence stands, shut fast for evermore.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11011101110 1111011111 11111111 1101111111 0101111101 1101010111 1101110101 1101001111 1111110111 11101101 011110101 110111001 1111110101 110111110 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 624 |
Words | 114 |
Sentences | 7 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 35 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 495 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 112 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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