Analysis of Wild Bees
These children of the sun which summer brings
As pastoral minstrels in her merry train
Pipe rustic ballads upon busy wings
And glad the cotters' quiet toils again.
The white-nosed bee that bores its little hole
In mortared walls and pipes its symphonies,
And never absent couzen, black as coal,
That Indian-like bepaints its little thighs,
With white and red bedight for holiday,
Right earlily a-morn do pipe and play
And with their legs stroke slumber from their eyes.
And aye so fond they of their singing seem
That in their holes abed at close of day
They still keep piping in their honey dreams,
And larger ones that thrum on ruder pipe
Round the sweet smelling closen and rich woods
Where tawny white and red flush clover buds
Shine bonnily and bean fields blossom ripe,
Shed dainty perfumes and give honey food
To these sweet poets of the summer fields;
Me much delighting as I stroll along
The narrow path that hay laid meadow yields,
Catching the windings of their wandering song.
The black and yellow bumble first on wing
To buzz among the sallow's early flowers,
Hiding its nest in holes from fickle spring
Who stints his rambles with her frequent showers;
And one that may for wiser piper pass,
In livery dress half sables and half red,
Who laps a moss ball in the meadow grass
And hoards her stores when April showers have fled;
And russet commoner who knows the face
Of every blossom that the meadow brings,
Starting the traveller to a quicker pace
By threatening round his head in many rings:
These sweeten summer in their happy glee
By giving for her honey melody.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1101011101 11001000101 1101001101 010110101 0111111101 011011100 010101111 1100111101 11011110 11011101 0111110111 0111111101 1011011111 1111001101 0101111101 101101011 1101011101 11011101 1100101101 1111010101 1101011101 010111111 1001111001 0101010111 1101011010 1011011101 1111101010 0111110101 01001110011 110110011 01011101011 0101001101 1100101011 10010010101 11001110101 1101001101 1101010100 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,551 |
Words | 282 |
Sentences | 5 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 37 |
Lines Amount | 37 |
Letters per line (avg) | 34 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 1,275 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 280 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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