Analysis of The Swallow
Ralph Hodgson 1871 (Darlington) – 1962
The morning that my baby came
They found a baby swallow dead,
And saw a something, hard to name,
Flit moth-like over baby's bed.
My joy, my flower, my baby dear
Sleeps on my bosom well, but Oh!
If in the Autumn of the year
When swallows gather round and go -
| Scheme | ABABCDCD |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | Traditional rhyme |
| Metre | 01011101 11010101 01010111 11110101 111101101 11110111 10010101 11010101 |
| Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
| Characters | 266 |
| Words | 54 |
| Sentences | 3 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 8 |
| Lines Amount | 8 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 25 |
| Words per line (avg) | 7 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 196 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 52 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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