Analysis of February
Francis Brett Young 1884 (Halesowen) – 1954 (Cape Town)
The robin on my lawn
He was the first to tell
How, in the frozen dawn,
This miracle befell,
Waking the meadows white
With hoar, the iron road
Agleam with splintered light,
And ice where water flowed:
Till, when the low sun drank
Those milky mists that cloak
Hanger and hollied bank,
The winter world awoke
To hear the feeble bleat
Of lambs on downland farms:
A blackbird whistled sweet;
Old beeches moved their arms
Into a mellow haze
Aerial, newly-born:
And I, alone, agaze,
Stood waiting for the thorn
To break in blossom white,
Or burst in a green flame....
So, in a single night,
Fair February came,
Bidding my lips to sing
Or whisper their surprise,
With all the joy of spring
And morning in her eyes.
Scheme | ABABCDCDEFEFCGHGIJGJCKCKLMLM |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 010111 110111 100101 110001 10011 110101 011101 011101 110111 110111 10011 010101 110101 11111 010101 11111 010101 100101 01011 110101 110101 110011 100101 11001 101111 110101 110111 010001 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 679 |
Words | 129 |
Sentences | 2 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 28 |
Lines Amount | 28 |
Letters per line (avg) | 20 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 552 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 129 |
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Submitted on August 03, 2020
Modified on March 11, 2023
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