Analysis of Clouds
Paul Bewsher 1894 – 1966
'Tis strange to leave this world of woods and hills,
This world of little farms, and shady mills, -
Of fields, and water-meadows fair,
Upon some sad and shadowy day
When all the skies are overcast and grey,
And climb up through the gloomy air,
And ever hurry higher still, and higher,
Till underneath you lies a far-flung shire
All sober-hued beneath the ceiling pale
Of crawling clouds, whose barrier soon you reach,
And through their clammy vapours swiftly sail,
Their chill defences hoping soon to breach -
To see no skies above, no ground below,
And in that nothingness toss to and fro
Is no sweet moment - will it never cease? -
Climbing and diving, thrown from side to side, -
All suddenly there comes a sense of peace
And o'er a wondrous scenery we glide.
O! what a splendour! Deep the cloudless blue
Whose sparkling azure has a gorgeous hue
On earth you know not - flaming bright the sun
Which shines upon a landscape, snowy-white
With all its power of unsullied light!
Deep in the shadowy valleys do we run,
And then above the towering summits soar,
And see for far-thrown miles yet, more and more,
Great mountain-ranges, rolling, white and soft,
With shadowy passes, cool, and huge, and dim,
Where, surely, angels wander as they hymn
Their happy songs, which wing their way aloft
To Him who made the sun - the azure deep -
And all this gleaming land of peace and sleep.
Alone I wander o'er this virgin land -
All, all for me - below the ploughman plods
Along his furrows, and with restless hand
The sower hurls his seed among the clods -
They cannot see the sun - grey is their sky, -
I see the sun - the heaven's blue - on high!
But I am human, and must e'en descend;
I bid farewell to all this lovely scene,
And plunge deep in a cloud - When will it end,
This hazy voyage? - See! the chequered green,
The scattered farmsteads, and the quiet sea,
Sunless and dim, come hurrying up to me.
Scheme | AABCCBDEFGFGHHIJIJKKLMMLNNOPPQRRSASATTUVUVWW |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1111111101 1111010101 1101011 011101001 110111001 01110101 01010101010 101110111 1101010101 11011100111 011101101 11110111 1111011101 0011001101 1111011101 1001011111 1100110111 01001010011 110110101 1101010101 1111110101 110101101 1111010101 10010010111 01010100101 0111111101 1101010101 11001010101 1101010111 1101111101 1111010101 0111011101 01110101101 111101011 011101101 0101110101 1101011111 1101010111 11110011101 111111101 0110011111 110101011 010100101 1011100111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,873 |
Words | 357 |
Sentences | 12 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 44 |
Lines Amount | 44 |
Letters per line (avg) | 33 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 1,465 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 354 |
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Submitted on August 03, 2020
Modified on March 06, 2023
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