Analysis of Christmas Eve
Ella Higginson 1862 – 1940
Straight thro’ a fold of purple mist
The sun goes down—a crimson wheel—
And like an opal burns the sea
That once was cold as steel.
With pomp of purple, gold and red,
Thou wilt come back at morrow’s dawn…
But thou can’st never bring, O Sun,
The Christmas that is gone!
| Scheme | XAXA XBXB |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | Quatrain |
| Metre | 11011101 01110101 01110101 111111 11110101 1111111 11110111 010111 |
| Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
| Characters | 285 |
| Words | 52 |
| Sentences | 2 |
| Stanzas | 2 |
| Stanza Lengths | 4, 4 |
| Lines Amount | 8 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 26 |
| Words per line (avg) | 7 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 103 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 26 |
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