Analysis of The Treasure
Edith Nesbit 1858 (Kennington, Surrey ) – 1924 (New Romney, Kent)
UNDER our lead we lie
While the sun and the snow go by,
And our shrouds lie close, lie close,
Like the leaves of a shut white rose
That knows not what summer knows
Before it is time to die.
You, in the sun, up there
Where the wild thyme scents the air;
Is it warm still--and sweet and gay
Up there in the wide blue day?
Do you pity us, shut away
From the fields where the flowers are fair?
Pity us here? shut in
In the dark, where the flowers begin?
The coins lie light on our eyes,
In our empty hands is the prize,
The treasure that fools and wise
Are breaking their hearts to win!
Scheme | AAXBBA CCDDDC EEFFFE |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1010111 10100111 01011111 10110111 1111101 0111111 100111 1011101 11110101 1100111 11101101 101101011 101110 001101001 01111101 010101101 0101101 1101111 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 590 |
Words | 121 |
Sentences | 7 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 6, 6, 6 |
Lines Amount | 18 |
Letters per line (avg) | 25 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 149 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 40 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 28, 2023
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