Song
Song
By Rupert Brooke
By Rupert Brooke
1 All suddenly the wind comes soft,
And Spring is here again;
And the hawthorn quickens with buds of green
And by heart with buds of pain
5 My heart all Winter lay so numb
The Earth is dead and frore,*
That I never thought the Spring would come
Or my heart wake any more.
9 But Winter’s broken and earth has woken,
And the small birds cry again;
And the hawthorn hedge puts forth its buds,
And by heart puts forth it pain.
*frore- frozen
Which of the following lines best supports the idea that the speaker’s heart has not been able to feel anything?
Line 5
Line 6
Line 1
Line 7
2. Which of the following lines best develops the despair that the speaker has felt during Spring?
Lines 7-8
Lines 9-10
Lines 1-2
Lines 11-12