Woke, once, the clays of a cold star
Are limbs, so dear achieved. are
Sides full nerved still warm too hard
To stir was it, for this the clay grew
Tall? O what made fatuous sunbeams
Toil to break earth’s sleep at all
Use the lines above to answer this questions;
The theme of the poem is
Are limbs, so dear achieved. are
Sides full nerved still warm too hard
To stir was it, for this the clay grew
Tall? O what made fatuous sunbeams
Toil to break earth’s sleep at all
Use the lines above to answer this questions;
The theme of the poem is
-
A.
distortion of life -
B.
creation of life -
C.
vanity of life -
D.
futility of life