Woke, once, the clays of a cold star
Are limbs, so dear achieved. are
Sides full nerved still warm too hard
To stir was it, for this the clay grew
Tall? O what made fatuous sunbeams
Toil to break earth's sleep at all

Use the lines above to answer this questions;

The theme of the poem is

• A.distortion of life
• B.creation of life
• C.vanity of life
• D.futility of life
• E.