Analysis of Song.

Francis Brett Young 1884 (Halesowen) – 1954 (Cape Town)



Why have you stolen my delight
In all the golden shows of Spring
When every cherry-tree is white
And in the limes the thrushes sing,

O fickler than the April day,
O brighter than the golden broom,
O blither than the thrushes' lay,
O whiter than the cherry-bloom,

O sweeter than all things that blow ...
Why have you only left for me
The broom, the cherry's crown of snow,
And thrushes in the linden-tree?


Scheme ABAB CDCD EFEF
Poetic Form Traditional rhyme
Quatrain 
Metre 11110101 01010111 110010111 00010101 1110101 11010101 1110101 11010101 11011111 11110111 01010111 01000101
Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 399
Words 76
Sentences 2
Stanzas 3
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 4
Lines Amount 12
Letters per line (avg) 26
Words per line (avg) 6
Letters per stanza (avg) 105
Words per stanza (avg) 25
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Francis Brett Young

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