Maybe she is old, and dying? Or maybe she read a book on philosophy, and is pondering the mysteries of her existence...
Answer:
I don't know -- Say, do you?
Brightly shining, glistening, too.
Altogether, all to few.
Offering a subtle hue.
Held together just by glue.
Trampled by a wand'ring shoe.
Radiant beams, all askew.
Explanation:
brainliest?
Answer:
i would choose the first one
edit: actually nvm i think its the last one
The Illiad and the Odyssey are considered narratives or narrative poems.
