Analysis of Weary
Robert William Service 1874 – 1958
Some praise the Lord for Light,
The living spark;
I thank God for the Night
The healing dark.
When wearily I lie,
With aching sight,
With what thanksgiving I
Turn out the light!
When to night's drowsy deep
Serene I sink,
How glad am I to sleep,
To cease to think!
From care and fret set free,
In sweet respite,
With joy I peacefully
Turn out the light.
Lie down thou weary one,
And sink to rest;
Nay, grieve not for the sun,
The dark is best.
So greet with grateful breath
Eternal Night,
When soft the hand of Death
Turns out the light.
Scheme | ababcacA dedefxfA ghghiaia |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 110111 0101 111101 0101 110011 1101 11101 1101 111101 0111 111111 1111 110111 0110 111100 1101 111101 0111 111101 0111 111101 0101 110111 1101 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 617 |
Words | 106 |
Sentences | 7 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 8, 8 |
Lines Amount | 24 |
Letters per line (avg) | 17 |
Words per line (avg) | 4 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 138 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 35 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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