Analysis of Song #12.
Robert Crawford 1959 (Bellshill)
I have brought thee all the faith
That a man can give,
I have sheltered thee with love,
O life's fugitive!
Round thy feet in the dank night
Death his snare had cast:
Haply in the future thou
Wilt forget the past.
From the cruel thing that would
E'en have ta'en thy breath
I have lifted thee in love
'Yond the doom of death.
Lean thy breast upon my brain,
Let thy faint heart beat
Near me, near me, nearer now,
my own, my sweet!
| Scheme | ABCBDEFEGHCHIJFJ |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 1111101 10111 1110111 11100 1110011 11111 100101 10101 1010111 1111111 1110101 10111 1110111 11111 1111101 1111 |
| Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
| Characters | 420 |
| Words | 87 |
| Sentences | 5 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 16 |
| Lines Amount | 16 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 20 |
| Words per line (avg) | 5 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 327 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 85 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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