Analysis of Her Face.
Robert Crawford 1959 (Bellshill)
There is a something in her face
Which in no other I can trace,
And feelings sweet as music stir
When I gaze in her dreamy eyes,
And breathe a perfume, as it were,
From flowers in Paradise.
At morn, at noon and night it seems
As if I moved by faery streams,
A strange light on the leaves and grass;
As if her life-breath were the air
Through which the magic moments pass
In her dream-beauty there.
It is thought's paradise which she
Inhabits like a mystery,
Through which my feelings come and go
Like tunes which to her pulses stir;
And my life day by day, I trow,
Is one sweet dream of her.
Scheme | AABCBDEEFGFGHHIBIB |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11010001 10110111 01011101 11100101 01001110 110010 11110111 1111111 01110101 11011001 11010101 001101 1111011 01010100 11110101 11110101 01111111 111110 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 582 |
Words | 118 |
Sentences | 4 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 18 |
Lines Amount | 18 |
Letters per line (avg) | 26 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 459 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 116 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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