Analysis of Song #3.
Robert Crawford 1959 (Bellshill)
Love's but to be had this way:
Reverent you must be with her,
Letting your heart night and day
Dreamy in her beauty stir.
God has set her to a tune
You may never match until,
Like the moonlight in the moon,
You with her own passion fill.
Is she worth this to you, worth
All that you can think or say —
The one flower of life on earth?
If not, put your dream away!
Close the portals of your speech,
Let not e'en a fancy stir,
If your rapture can but reach
To her beauty — not to her.
Scheme | ABABCDCDEAEAFBFB |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1111111 10011110 1011101 1000101 1110101 1110101 101001 1101101 1111111 1111111 01101111 1111101 1010111 11110101 1110111 1010110 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 479 |
Words | 103 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 16 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 23 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 365 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 101 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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