Read the poem and answer the question
Move him into the sun
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields unsown
Always it woke him even in France
Until this morning and this snow
If anything might rouse him now
This kind old sun will know
Think how it wakes the seeds
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?
The poem is a/an
The poem you provided is an elegy.
An elegy is a poem that mourns the loss of someone or something. It often reflects on themes of death, loss, and grief. In your poem, the speaker seems to be mourning the loss of someone who is no longer responsive to the sun's touch, even though it used to awaken him. The tone of reflection and sadness, along with the focus on mortality, aligns with the characteristics of an elegy.
Although the poem has fourteen lines, it cannot be categorized as a sonnet because it is not written in iambic pentametre and does not have a specific rhyme scheme.
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