Analysis of The Season Of The Harvest
Like a fruit from foreign pastures
The moon hangs above the hills,
There is a sharpness in the breeze
And long gone are the daffodils.
In the eaves abodes are vacant
For the swallows all have flown
Across the earth's fair surface to
Climes which are unknown.
The fruit of the earth has ripened,
Stubble reflects the yield of corn,
Oats, and barley, which once
En-clothed each field.
It is a time of mellow fruitfulness
As a poet perceived of yore... the
Season of the harvest and fair
Nature's brimful store.
Scheme | ABXB XCXC XXXX AXXX |
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Poetic Form | Quatrain (50%) |
Metre | 10111010 0110101 11010001 0111010 0011110 1010111 01011101 11101 01101110 10010111 101011 1111 11011101 101001110 10101001 1011 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 510 |
Words | 91 |
Sentences | 5 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 25 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 101 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 23 |
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