Analysis of Eventide
Horizon’s edge drowns out the sun
As slow tide ebbs and flows,
And laps upon the shore so brown
As daylight westward goes.
The rushing sound of waters deep
Stirs up my soul in thought;
How swiftly Time escapes our reach
And soon, alas, is nought.
Oh! use it well, these years you have,
For long they only seem;
Yet swift away on evening wave
May drift away your dream.
Scheme | XAXA XBXB XCXC |
---|---|
Poetic Form | Quatrain |
Metre | 01011101 111101 01010111 11101 01011101 111101 110101101 010111 11111111 111101 11011101 110111 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 374 |
Words | 79 |
Sentences | 4 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 12 |
Letters per line (avg) | 24 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 96 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 23 |
About this poem
Musings on the ebb and flow of Time
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Written on February 23, 2022
Submitted by Dirhaval on February 26, 2022
Modified on April 24, 2023
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