Analysis of My Garden
Robert William Service 1874 – 1958
The world is sadly sick, they say,
And plagued by woe and pain.
But look! How looms my garden gay,
With blooms in golden reign!
With lyric music in the air,
Of joy fulfilled in song,
I can't believe that anywhere
Is hate and harm and wrong.
A paradise my garden is,
And there my day is spent;
A steep myself in sunny bliss,
Incredibly content.
Feeling that I am truly part
Of peace so rapt and still,
There's not a care within my heart . . .
How can the world be ill?
Aye, though the land be sick they say,
And named unto pain,
My garden never was so gay,
So innocent, so sane.
My roses mock at misery,
My thrushes vie in song . . .
When only beauty I can see,
How can the world be wrong?
Scheme | ABABCDCD XEXEFGFG ABABHDHD |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 01110111 011101 11111101 110101 11010001 110101 1101110 110101 0101101 011111 0110101 010010 10111101 111101 11010111 110111 11011111 01101 11010111 110011 11011100 110101 11010111 110111 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 697 |
Words | 137 |
Sentences | 15 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 8, 8 |
Lines Amount | 24 |
Letters per line (avg) | 22 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 172 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 47 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 09, 2023
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