Choose the poem that uses trochaic meter.My townspeople, beyond in the great world,are many with whom it were far moreprofitable for me to live than here with you.These whirr about me calling, calling!On the dusty earth-drumBeats the falling rain;Now a whispered murmur,Now a louder strain.

Choose the poem that uses trochaic meter."Sing while you may, O bird upon the tree!Although on high, wide-winged above the day,Chill evening broadens to immensity,Sing while you may."Ever eating, never cloying,All-devouring, all-destroying,Never finding full repastTill I eat the world at last.

Choose the poem that uses trochaic meter.On the rim of a skyscraper's foreheadI looked down and saw: hats: fifty thousand hats:Swarming with a noise of bees and sheep, cattle and waterfalls,Stopping with a silence of sea grass, a silence of prairie corn.Bounding billow, cease thy motion,Bear me not so swiftly over!Cease thy roaring, foamy ocean!I will tempt thy rage no more.

Choose the poem that uses iambic meter.Oh, did you hear those bells ring out,The bells ring out, the people shout,And did you hear that cheer on cheerThat over all the bells rang clear?I had come to the house, in a cave of trees,Facing a sheer sky.Everything moved,—a bell hung ready to strike,Sun and reflection wheeled by.

Choose the poem that uses trochaic meter.Figs (yet growing) candy'd over,By the Sun's attracting Power;Cherries, with the downy Peach,All within my easie Reach.And oh the kindly neighbor-folk that called the young ones in,Down fragrant yellow-tapered paths that thread the prickly whin;The hot, sweet smell of oaten-cake, the kettle purring soft,The dear-remembered Irish speech—they call to me how oft!

Choose the poem that uses trochaic meter.The lean coyote, prowler of the night,Slips to his rocky fastnesses,Jack-rabbits noiselessly shuttle among the sage-brush,And from the castellated cliffsShould you ask me, whence these stories?Whence these legends and traditions,With the odors of the forestWith the dew and damp of meadows