Analysis of Song #11.
Robert Crawford 1959 (Bellshill)
The past is in us, and we find
The burden of our being there,
Who have been built up as the wind
From dreamy air.
Still all we touch on near and far
Has had an old beginning, and
A flower is mystic as a star
To understand.
| Scheme | ABABCDCE |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 01101011 010110101 11111101 1101 11111101 11110100 010110101 101 |
| Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
| Characters | 223 |
| Words | 50 |
| Sentences | 3 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 8 |
| Lines Amount | 8 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 21 |
| Words per line (avg) | 6 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 170 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 48 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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