Analysis of Words
Robert William Service 1874 – 1958
If on isle of the sea
I have to tarry,
With one book, let it be
A Dictionary.
For though I love life's scene,
It seems absurd,
My greatest joy has been
The printed word.
Though painter with delight
May colours blend,
They are but in his sight
Means to an end.
Yet while I harmonise
Or pattern them,
A precious word I prize
Like to a gem.
A fiddler lures fine tone
From gut and wood;
A sculptor from stark stone
Shapes godlihood.
But let me just caress,
Like silver birds,
For their own loveliness--
Bewitching words.
Scheme | AAAAXBXB CDCDAEXE FXFBXGAG |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 111101 11110 111111 0100 111111 1101 110111 0101 110101 111 111011 1111 1111 1101 010111 1101 0100111 1101 010111 11 111101 1101 1111 11 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 621 |
Words | 100 |
Sentences | 7 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 8, 8 |
Lines Amount | 24 |
Letters per line (avg) | 17 |
Words per line (avg) | 4 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 134 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 33 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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