Analysis of A Wooing Song.
O love, I come; thy last glance guideth me!
Drawn, too, by webs of shadow, like thine hair;
For, Sweet, the mystery
Of thy dark hair the deepening dusk hath caught.
In early moonlight gleamings, lo, I see
Thy white hands beckon to the garden, where
Dim day and silvery darkness are inwrought
As our two lives, where, joining soul with soul,
The tints shall mingle in a fairer whole.
Oh! dost thou hear? I call, beloved, I call,
My stout heart trembling till thy words return;
Hope-lifted, I float faster with the fall
Of fear toward joy such fear alone can earn!
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Metre | 111111111 111111111 110100 11110100111 01011111 1111010101 1101001011 11011110111 0111000101 1111110111 11110011101 1101110101 11011110111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 550 |
Words | 103 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 13 |
Lines Amount | 13 |
Letters per line (avg) | 33 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 434 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 103 |
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Submitted on August 03, 2020
Modified on March 05, 2023
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