Analysis of Drought
Francis William Bourdillon 1852 (Runcorn) – 1921
For rain, for rain the parched lands cry,
Reproachful to the cloudless sky.
The hot white fields in light are blinking,
The rivers in their beds are shrinking.
For rest, for rest the weary cry
That watch from dark to dawn the sky;
A little sleep their limbs are craving,
A little rest from ceaseless raving.
God gives in His good time the rain,
And sends the sick man peace for pain;
But while we wait His gracious sending,
Alas! the sad days seem unending.
Yet, when the evening comes, the dew
Brings to the fields a fragrance new;
And loving smiles at day’s returning
Will soothe awhile the sick man’s yearning.
Scheme | AABB AABB CCBB DDBB |
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Poetic Form | Quatrain |
Metre | 11110111 110101 011101110 010011110 11110101 11111101 010111110 010111010 11011101 01011111 111111010 010111010 11010101 11010101 010111010 110101110 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 610 |
Words | 114 |
Sentences | 7 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 30 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 121 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 28 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 06, 2023
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