Analysis of Contentment
Robert William Service 1874 – 1958
Bed and bread are all I need
In my happy day;
Love of Nature is my creed,
Unto her I pray;
Sun and sky my spirit feed
On my happy way.
To no man I bow the head,
None may master me;
I will eat my crust of bread
Lauding liberty;
And upon my truckle bed
Glory to be free.
You who grab for sordid gold,
You who fight for fame,
Shiny dross your fingers hold,
Empty is your aim.
--Soon we fatten graveyard mould,
Rich and poor the same.
So from world of want and woe
I retreat with dread;
Tuned to Nature glad I go
With my bite of bread:
Praising God I lay me low
On my truckle bed.
Scheme | ABABAB CDCDCD EFEFEF GCGCGC |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1011111 01101 1110111 10011 1011101 11101 1111101 11101 1111111 10100 001111 10111 1111101 11111 1011101 10111 111011 10101 1111101 10111 1110111 11111 1011111 1111 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 681 |
Words | 124 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 6, 6, 6, 6 |
Lines Amount | 24 |
Letters per line (avg) | 18 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 109 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 31 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 08, 2023
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