Analysis of Miracles
Thomas Bailey Aldrich 1836 (Portsmouth) – 1907 (Boston)
Sick of myself and all that keeps the light
Of the wide heavens away from me and mine,
I climb this ledge, and by this wind-swept pine
Lingering, watch the coming of the night:
'Tis ever a new wonder to my sight.
Men look to God for some mysterious sign,
For other stars than such as nightly shine,
For some unwonted symbol of His might.
Wouldst see a miracle not less than those
The Master wrought of old in Galilee?
Come watch with me the azure turn to rose
In yonder West, the changing pageantry,
The fading alps and archipelagoes,
And spectral cities of the sunset-sea.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 111011101 10110011101 1111011111 1001010101 1100110111 11111101001 1101111101 11110111 1101001111 010111010 1111010111 0101010100 010101 01101011 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 581 |
Words | 108 |
Sentences | 5 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 32 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 452 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 106 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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