Analysis of Ode to Sleep
On this my pensive pillow, gentle Sleep!
Descend, in all thy downy plumage drest:
Wipe with thy wing these eyes that wake to weep,
And place thy crown of poppies on my breast.
O steep my senses in oblivion's balm,
And sooth my throbbing pulse with lenient hand;
This tempest of my boiling blood becalm!
Despair grows mild at thy supreme command.
Yet ah! in vain, familiar with the gloom,
And sadly toiling through the tedious night,
I seek sweet slumber, while that virgin bloom,
For ever hovering, haunts my wretched sight.
Nor would the dawning day my sorrows charm:
Black midnight and the blaze of noon alike
To me appear, while with uplifted arm
Death stands prepar'd, but still delays, to strike.
|Scheme||ABAB CBCB DBDB EFEF|
|Metre||1111010101 0101110101 1111111111 0111110111 11110011 01110111001 1101110101 0111110101 1101010101 01010101001 1111011101 11010011101 1101011101 110011101 1101111001 1101110111|
|Closest metre||Iambic pentameter|
|Stanza Lengths||4, 4, 4, 4|
|Letters per line (avg)||35|
|Words per line (avg)||8|
|Letters per stanza (avg)||139|
|Words per stanza (avg)||31|
Submitted on May 13, 2011
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