Analysis of SWIFT, THE RILLS
swift, swift, the rills do run
swift, from high the mountain
swifter, tho', the running years
flowing through life's fountain
creep, creep, the brumal mists
creep 'midst fells and highlands
creeping 'round the peaks and years
mem'ries drowned like islands
drift, drift, my dreams to sea
drift, like thought and feather
drifting toward a mortal bloom
thick with highland heather
sleep, sleep, at last to dream
sleep, bides blessed and meek
sleep, come press a kiss goodbye...
so sweet, now... 'pon my cheek.
| Scheme | AABA XCBC XDXD XEXE |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | Quatrain (75%) |
| Metre | 110111 111010 1010101 101110 11011 111010 1010101 11110 111111 111010 10010101 111010 111111 11101 111011 111111 |
| Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
| Characters | 491 |
| Words | 83 |
| Sentences | 3 |
| Stanzas | 4 |
| Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4 |
| Lines Amount | 16 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 25 |
| Words per line (avg) | 5 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 99 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 21 |
About this poem
This is a sister poem to my classic rhyme “Soft, The Bells”, written in a similar vein and style, about life and mortality.
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