The poem is?

The poem is?

Read the poem and answer the question Sleep, O sleep With thy Rod of Incantation Charm my Imagination, Then, only then, I cease to weep By thy power, The virgin, by Time O’ ertaken, For Years forlorn, forsaken, Enjoys the happy Hour. What’s to sleep?...
The poem is?

The style of writing is?

UNSEEN PROSE AND POETRY Read the passage and answer the question Here in the station, it is in no way different save that the city is busy in its snow. But the old men cling to their seats as though they were symbolic and could not be given up. Now and then they...

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