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Summer, an excerpt by Amy Lowell Some men there are who find in nature all Their inspiration, hers the sympathy Which spurs them on to any great endeavor, To them the fields and woods are closest friends, And they hold dear communion with the hills; The voice of waters soothes them with its fall, And the great winds bring healing in their sound. To them a city is a prison house Where pent up human forces labour and strive, Where beauty dwells not, driven forth by man; But where in winter they must live until Summer gives back the spaces of the hills. To me it is not so. I love the earth And all the gifts of her so lavish hand: Sunshine and flowers, rivers and rushing winds, Thick branches swaying in a winter storm, And moonlight playing in a boat's wide wake; But more than these, and much, ah, how much more, I love the very human heart of man. Above me spreads the hot, blue mid-day sky, Far down the hillside lies the sleeping lake Lazily reflecting back the sun, And scarcely ruffled by the little breeze Which wanders idly through the nodding ferns. The blue crest of the distant mountain, tops The green crest of the hill on which I sit; And it is summer, glorious, deep-toned summer, The very crown of nature's changing year When all her surging life is at its full. To me alone it is a time of pause, A void and silent space between two worlds, When inspiration lags, and feeling sleeps, Gathering strength for efforts yet to come. Which lines from the poem describes two different times of day?
A) Some men there are who find in nature all To them the fields and woods are closest friends, B) Their inspiration, hers the sympathy Which spurs them on to any great endeavor, C) When all her surging life is at its full. To me alone it is a time of pause, A void and silent space between two worlds, D) Sunshine and flowers, rivers and rushing winds, And moonlight playing in a boat's wide wake;
I think C or D, but you might want a second opinion
D because its talking of the day time in the flowers an river and about night time relaxing in a boat looking in the sky looking at the moon