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

A. distortion of life
B. creation of life
C. vanity of life  
D. futility of life

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Correct Answer: C