Analysis of Mad Song
William Blake 1757 (Soho) – 1827 (London)
The wild winds weep
And the night is a-cold;
Come hither, Sleep,
And my griefs infold:
But lo! the morning peeps
Over the eastern steeps,
And the rustling birds of dawn
The earth do scorn.
Lo! to the vault
Of paved heaven,
With sorrow fraught
My notes are driven:
They strike the ear of night,
Make weep the eyes of day;
They make mad the roaring winds,
And with tempests play.
Like a fiend in a cloud,
With howling woe,
After night I do crowd,
And with night will go;
I turn my back to the east,
From whence comforts have increas'd;
For light doth seize my brain
With frantic pain.
Scheme | ABABCCXX XDXDXEXE FGFGHHII |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 0111 001101 1101 0111 110101 100101 0010111 0111 1101 1110 1101 11110 110111 110111 1110101 0111 101001 1101 101111 01111 1111101 1110101 111111 1101 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 605 |
Words | 113 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 8, 8 |
Lines Amount | 24 |
Letters per line (avg) | 19 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 150 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 37 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 14, 2023
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