Analysis of Afore The Cockerel Crows
Who is this muse before me stood?
I know her not, I say.
A temperate stirring of the blood,
I bid her go away.
Her seducing, warm, pacific smile,
The shining in her eye;
I watch her handsome form a while
And yet, her I deny.
I took, once more, a further glance
Affirming what I thought.
A glowing, flowing, countenance
Upon mine eyes here brought.
I bid her go, a second time,
Yet, still, she must remain
Sparkling in the morning rime
Be gone, I say again.
I close my eyes and hope to see
Her off before I wake.
An angel come to beckon me
And for my soul to take.
My eyes are opened, looking on,
Aroused from my repose ~
I'd surely bid her thrice begone
Afore the cockerel crows.
Scheme | XAXABCBC XDXDEFEX GHGHXIFI |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11110111 110111 01010101 110101 001010101 010001 11010101 010101 11110101 010111 01010100 011111 11010101 111101 1000101 111101 11110111 010111 11011101 011111 11110101 011101 1101011 1011 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 656 |
Words | 134 |
Sentences | 10 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 8, 8 |
Lines Amount | 24 |
Letters per line (avg) | 22 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 172 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 45 |
About this poem
A muse from 2018.
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