Analysis of At Nightfall
Frederick George Scott 1861 (Montreal, Quebec) – 1944 (Quebec City, Quebec)
O little hands, long vanished in the night--
Sweet fairy hands that were my treasure here--
My heart is full of music from some sphere,
Where ye make melody for God's delight.
Though autumn clouds obscure the starry height,
And winds are noisy and the land is drear,
In this blank room I feel my lost love near,
And hear you playing--hands so small and white.
The shadowy organ sings its songs again,
The dead years turn to music at its voice,
And all the dreams come back my brain did store.
Once more, dear hands, ye soothe me in my pain,
Once more your music makes my heart rejoice--
God speed the day we clasp for evermore!
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1101110001 1101101101 1111110111 1111001101 1101010101 0111000111 0111111111 0111011101 01001011101 0111110111 0101111111 1111111011 1111011101 110111110 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 635 |
Words | 120 |
Sentences | 5 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 35 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 487 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 118 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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