Analysis of At Eventide.
Freeman Edwin Miller 1864 – 1951
At eventide, when glories lie
In crimson curtains hung on high,
And all the breast of heaven glows
With mingled wreaths of flowers and snows,
The dearest dreams of life draw nigh.
The pleasures in their soft robes fly
With angel wings adown the sky,
And rapture lulls to sweet repose,
At eventide.
Ah, well-a-day! Life's weary cry,
And all its curse and care shall die,
When Age on downy couches throws
His weary limbs and only knows
The tender dreams of bye-and-bye,
At eventide!
Scheme | aabba aabC aabbaC |
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Poetic Form | Rondeau |
Metre | 111101 01010111 01011101 110111001 01011111 01001111 1101101 01011101 11 11011101 01110111 11110101 11010101 01011101 11 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 472 |
Words | 87 |
Sentences | 4 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 5, 4, 6 |
Lines Amount | 15 |
Letters per line (avg) | 25 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 126 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 28 |
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Submitted on August 03, 2020
Modified on March 05, 2023
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