Analysis of On My Songs
Wilfred Owen 1893 (Oswestry) – 1918 (Sambre–Oise Canal)
Though unseen Poets, many and many a time,
Have answered me as if they knew my woe,
And it might seem have fashioned so their rime
To be my own soul's cry; easing the flow
Of my dumb tears with language sweet as sobs,
Yet are there days when all these hoards of thought
Hold nothing for me. Not one verse that throbs
Throbs with my heart, or as my brain is fraught.
'Tis then I voice mine own weird reveries:
Low croonings of a motherless child, in gloom
Singing his frightened self to sleep, are these.
One night, if thou shouldst lie in this Sick Room,
Dreading the Dark thou darest not illume,
Listen; my voice may haply lend thee ease.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 101101001001 1101111111 0111110111 1111111001 1111110111 1111111111 1101111111 1111111111 1111111100 1110100101 1011011111 1111110111 10011111 101111111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 634 |
Words | 124 |
Sentences | 5 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 36 |
Words per line (avg) | 9 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 499 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 122 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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