Question

where the voice of the wind calls are wandering feet. identify the fugure of speech​

Answer 1

Answer:

Where the voice of the wind calls our wandering feet, Through echoing forest and echoing street, With lutes in our hands ever-singing we roam, All men are our kindred, the world is our home

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Answer 2

Answer:

I think it is personification because the wind doesn't actually have a voice