Move him into the sun Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of field unsown Always it woke him even in France Until this morning and this snow If anything might rouse him now This kind of old sun will know Think how it woke the seeds Woke, once, the clay 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. The poem can be described as
A. a lyric B. an epic C. a sonnet D. an elegy
Correct Answer: C
Explanation
An epic is a long and elaborated narrative poem. It has a very serious philosophical or historical perspective.
