Analysis of Song III
Edith Nesbit 1858 (Kennington, Surrey ) – 1924 (New Romney, Kent)
WE loved, my love, and now it seems
Our love has brought to birth
Friendship, the fairest child of dreams,
The rarest gift of earth.
Soon die love's roses fresh and frail,
And when their bloom is o'er,
Not all our heart-wrung tears avail
To give them life once more.
But when true love with friendship lives,
As now, for thee and me,
Love brings the roses--Friendship gives
Them immortality.
Scheme | ABAB CXCX DEDE |
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Poetic Form | Quatrain (67%) |
Metre | 11110111 1011111 10010111 010111 11110101 0111110 111011101 111111 11111101 111101 11010101 10100 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 399 |
Words | 72 |
Sentences | 4 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 12 |
Letters per line (avg) | 25 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 102 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 23 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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