Question

Sitting in a porch way cool,

Sunlight, I see, dying fast,

Twilight hastens on to rule.

Working hours have well-nigh past.

Shadows run across the lands:

But a sower lingers still,

Old, in rags, he patient stands.

Looking on, I feel a thrill.

Black and high, his silhouette

Dominates the furrows deep!

Now to sow the task is set.

Soon shall come a time to reap.

Marches he along the plain

To and fro, and scatters wide

From his hands the precious grain;

Muse I, as I see him stride.

Darkness deepens. Fades the light.

Now his gestures to mine eyes

Are august; and strange; his height

Seems to touch the starry skies

                                  

            a) Theme 

b) Special Features  

c) Language    

d) Your opinion about the poem

special features​

Answer 1

Answer:

a theme

Explanation:

Answer 2

Answer:

in My Opinion It's A Beautiful Poem ! It's Lyrics Say A Lot !!!

Explanation:

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