Analysis of To The Rising Full Moon

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe 1749 (Frankfurt) – 1832 (Weimar)



Dornburg, 25th August, 1828.

WILT thou suddenly enshroud thee,

Who this moment wert so nigh?
Heavy rising masses cloud thee,

Thou art hidden from mine eye.

Yet my sadness thou well knowest,

Gleaming sweetly as a star!
That I'm loved, 'tis thou that showest,

Though my loved one may be far.

Upward mount then! clearer, milder,

Robed in splendour far more bright!
Though my heart with grief throbs wilder,

Fraught with rapture is the night!


Scheme A B CB C A DA D E FE F
Poetic Form
Metre 11110 11100011 1110111 10101011 1110111 1110111 1010101 1111111 1111111 10111010 101111 11111110 1110101
Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 434
Words 77
Sentences 9
Stanzas 10
Stanza Lengths 1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 2, 1
Lines Amount 13
Letters per line (avg) 26
Words per line (avg) 6
Letters per stanza (avg) 34
Words per stanza (avg) 8
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Submitted on May 13, 2011

Modified on March 14, 2023

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