Analysis of Song # 25
Yes, let us go under that tree
And sing some songs of summer.
You see, the birds are now with joy.
Please, be my loving brother!
Let us sit on that fresh grass,
Enjoy the summer weather.
And when, my boy, this time does pass,
We'll have this, Henry, later.
Our memories to smile and tell
Of our little good time
That in our hearts will dwell
As true is true this rhyme.
| Scheme | XAXA BABA CDCD |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | Quatrain |
| Metre | 11111011 0111110 11011111 1111010 1111111 0101010 01111111 1111010 101001101 1101011 1010111 111111 |
| Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
| Characters | 371 |
| Words | 82 |
| Sentences | 6 |
| Stanzas | 3 |
| Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4 |
| Lines Amount | 12 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 23 |
| Words per line (avg) | 6 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 94 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 24 |
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