Analysis of Mist
Katharine Lee Bates 1859 (Falmouth) – 1929 (Wellesley)
ON the mountain side they fashion,
Those rifting shreds of storm,
A figure of strange passion,
A winged and sworded form.
Majestic, wild, colossal,
With angry arm thrown high;
Those swaying shoulders jostle
The glory from the sky.
Then flows the happy hour.
That tyrant of the mist
Turns to a wavering tower
And melts in amethyst,
Foretelling thus the cycle
— O speed it, Holy Dove!—
When the Archangel Michael
Shall vanish into Love.
Scheme | ABABCDCDEFEFCGCG |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 10101110 11111 0101110 01011 0101010 110111 1101010 010101 1101010 110101 11010010 010100 0101010 111101 101010 110011 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 431 |
Words | 78 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 16 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 22 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 344 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 75 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 20, 2023
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