Choose the poem that is free verse.Aye, workman, make me a dream,A dream for my love.Cunningly weave sunlight,Breezes, and flowers.Many moons have waxed and wanedSince their chieftain clans were numbered,Since from seas of rising sunTo the far coast of her setting.

Choose the poem that uses iambic meter.The moon hung above us like a golden mango,And the moist air clung to our faces,Warm and fragrant as the open mouth of a childAnd we watched the out-flung sea.No title high my father bore;The tenant of thy farm,He left me what I value more:Clean heart, clear brain, strong arm.

Read the first two stanzas of this poem:I saw my soul at rest upon a dayAs a bird sleeping in the nest of night,Among soft leaves that give the starlight wayTo touch its wings but not its eyes with light;So that it knew as one in visions may,And knew not as men waking, of delight.This was the measure of my soul's delight;It had no power of joy to fly by day,Nor part in the large lordship of the light;But in a secret moon-beholden wayHad all its will of dreams and pleasant night,And all the love and life that sleepers may.This excerpt is an example of what type of poem?A.BalladB.HaikuC.SonnetD.Sestina

Choose the poem that uses iambic meter.I have taken scales from offThe cheeks of the moon.I have made fins from bluejays' wings,I have made eyes from damsons in the shadow.The night was dark and fearful,The blast swept wailing by;A watcher, pale and tearful,Looked forth with anxious eye.

Choose the poem that is free verse.Like a fleet with bellying sails,Like the great bulk of a sea-cliff with the staccato bark of waves about it,Like the tart tang of the sea breezeAre you.And I am sometimes proud and sometimes meek,And sometimes I remember days of oldWhen fellowship seemed not so far to seekAnd all the world and I seemed much less cold.

Choose the poem that is free verse.I have a rendezvous with Life,In days I hope will come,Ere youth has sped, and strength of mind,Ere voices sweet grow dumb.Gently I stir a white feather fan,With open shirt sitting in a green wood.I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone;A wind from the pine-trees trickles on my bare head.