Analysis of A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXXIX
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt 1840 (Petworth House) – 1922 (United Kingdom)
Ancient of days! What word is thy command
To one befooled of wit and his own way?
What counsel hast thou, and what chastening hand
For a lost soul grown old in its dismay?
What penance shall he do, what ransom pay,
Of blood poured out for faith in a far land,
What mute knee--service, weeping here to--day,
In words of prayer no ear shall understand?
Let him thy servant be, the least of all
In the Lord's Courts, but near thy mysteries,
To touch the crumbs which from thy table fall,
Let him--. But lo, thou speakest: ``Not with these
Is God delighted. Get thee homeward hence.
They need thee more who wait deliverance!''
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1011111101 111110111 110110111 1011110101 1101111101 1111110011 1111010111 011111101 1111010111 0011111100 1101111101 111111111 1101011101 1111110100 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 617 |
Words | 118 |
Sentences | 9 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 34 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 479 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 115 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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