Analysis of Her Song
Thomas Hardy 1840 (Stinsford) – 1928 (Dorchester, Dorset)
I sang that song on Sunday,
To witch an idle while,
I sang that song on Monday,
As fittest to beguile;
I sang it as the year outwore,
And the new slid in;
I thought not what might shape before
Another would begin.
I sang that song in summer,
All unforeknowingly,
To him as a new-comer
From regions strange to me:
I sang it when in afteryears
The shades stretched out,
And paths were faint; and flocking fears
Brought cup-eyed care and doubt.
Sings he that song on Sundays
In some dim land afar,
On Saturdays, or Mondays,
As when the evening star
Glimpsed in upon his bending face
And my hanging hair,
And time untouched me with a trace
Of soul-smart or despair?
Scheme | XABACDCD CACBEFEF ECECECEC |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 111111 111101 1111110 110101 1111011 00110 11111101 010101 1111010 11 1110110 110111 111101 0111 01010101 111101 111111 011101 1100110 110101 10011101 01101 01011101 111101 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 646 |
Words | 126 |
Sentences | 4 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 8, 8 |
Lines Amount | 24 |
Letters per line (avg) | 22 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 172 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 41 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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