Question

Write a poem about whatever you want. Something that is not listed here but is on your mind.

Answer 1

[The cry of the cicada]
The cry of the cicada
Gives us no sign
That presently it will die.

Answer 2

Answer:

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes;

Thus mellowed to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

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