Analysis of To emma abbott
Eugene Field 1850 (St. Louis) – 1895 (Chicago)
There--let thy hands be folded
Awhile in sleep's repose;
The patient hands that wearied not,
But earnestly and nobly wrought
In charity and faith;
And let thy dear eyes close--
The eyes that looked alway to God,
Nor quailed beneath the chastening rod
Of sorrow;
Fold thou thy hands and eyes
For just a little while,
And with a smile
Dream of the morrow.
And, O white voiceless flower,
The dream which thou shalt dream
Should be a glimpse of heavenly things,
For yonder like a seraph sings
The sweetness of a life
With faith alway its theme;
While speedeth from those realms above
The messenger of that dear love
That healeth sorrow.
So sleep a little while,
For thou shalt wake and sing
Before thy King
When cometh the morrow.
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Metre | 1111110 010101 01011101 11000101 010001 011111 0111111 1101011 110 111101 110101 0101 11010 0111010 011111 110111001 1101011 010101 11111 1111101 01001111 1110 110101 111101 0111 110010 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 782 |
Words | 133 |
Sentences | 4 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 13, 13 |
Lines Amount | 26 |
Letters per line (avg) | 22 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 289 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 66 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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