Analysis of Autumn.
The grass is wet with heavy dew,
The leaves have changed their bright green hue,
To brighter red, or golden;
The morning sun shines with a glow,
As bright and pure as long ago,
In time ye left the olden.
One tree is cloth'd with scarlet dress,
And one, with brown leaf'd loveliness,
Delights the eye that gazes;
While others varied tints display,
But all, in beauteous array,
Delight us, and amaze us.
We see the trees in beauty clad,
But still that beauty makes us sad,
E'en while we may admire,
For death has caus'd that sudden bloom
Stern death, the tenant of the tomb,
Or funereal pyre.
The ruthless, bitter, biting air
Hath dried the life which flourish'd there,
Throughout the warmer seasons;
The nourishment hath ceas'd to flow
Through veins, where once it us'd to go -
Hath ceas'd for diff'rent reasons.
And soon the leaves will strew the ground,
And whirl with rustling ardor round,
Or lie in heaps together,
Their hues of red, of brown, of gold,
Will blacken, as they change to mould
By action of the weather.
But leaves will grow where once they grew,
Will bud, and bloom, and perish too,
The same as all the others,
As we through youth, and joy, and grief,
Must find at last a sure relief,
As did our many brothers.
Like in the leaf, no life-blood flows,
When frosts of death the fountain close,
From which it flow'd, to nourish.
And like the leaf, another spring
Around us shall her gladness fling;
Another life shall flourish.
Our bodies turn to dust or mould.
As lifeless as the rocks, and cold,
But life's fair Tree is living.
And fadeless green leaves we shall be,
Because the Fountain of that Tree
Eternal life is giving.
Scheme | AABCCB DDXEEX FFXGGH IIJCCJ KKHLLH AAMNNM XXOPPO LLPQQP |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 01111101 01111111 1101110 01011101 11011101 0111010 11111101 011111 0101110 11010101 110101 0110011 11010101 11110111 1111101 11111101 11010101 1110 01010101 11011101 0101010 01001111 11111111 1111110 01011101 01110101 1101010 11111111 11011111 1101010 11111111 11010101 0111010 11110101 11110101 11101010 10011111 11110101 1111110 01010101 0111011 0101110 101011111 11010101 1111110 0111111 01010111 0101110 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,613 |
Words | 305 |
Sentences | 11 |
Stanzas | 8 |
Stanza Lengths | 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6 |
Lines Amount | 48 |
Letters per line (avg) | 26 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 159 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 37 |
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Submitted on August 03, 2020
Modified on March 05, 2023
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