I love thee,as I love the calm
Of sweet,star-lighted hours
I love thee,as I love the balm
Of early jasmine flowers
I love thee,as I love thee last
Rich smile of fading day
Which lingereth,like the look we cast
On rapture passed away
I love thee as I love as I love the tone
Of some soft breathing flute
Whose soul is woken for me alone
When all beside is mute
I love thee as I love the first
Young violet of the spring
Or the pale lily,April nursed
To scented blossoming.
(By Eliza Acton)…………………………………….

• a) Identify the persona in the poem. (2 marks)
• b) What is the poem talking about? (4marks)
• c) List four  pairs of rhyming words from the above poem. (4 marks)
• d) Who is the poet of the above poem? (2marks)
• e) Identify any instance of repetition. (2 marks)
• f) Who is referred to as “thee” in the poem? Explain your answer (3marks)

• (a)The persona is a lover(1mark).Addressing his/her love.(1mark)
• (b)The poem is talking about love. The speaker compares his/her love for his love with various things(4marks)e.g star lighted hours, jasmine flowers, etc
• (c)-calm-balm, last-cast,tone-lone,hours-flowers,first-nursed,spring blossoming(any four pairs-4marks)
• (d)Eliza Acton(2marks)
• (e)I love thee,as I love…..(2marks)
• (f)The persona’s love interest(2marks) Explanation: because that is the subject matter(1mk) total 3mks

• a) Shore………………………………………………………………………………
• b) Heal………………………………………………………………………………..
• c) Sale…………………………………………………………………………………
• d) Ewe………………………………………………………………………………...
• e) Waste…………………………………………

• (a)-show(1mark)
• (b)-heel(1mark)
• (c)-sail(1mark)
• (d)-you(1mark)
• (e)-waist(1mark)

( any other relevant answer) total 5mks

From the rostrum they declaimed
On martyrs and men of high ideals
When they sent out
Benevolent despots to an unwilling race
Straining at the yoke.
Bull dozers trampling on virgin ground
In blatant violation.
They trampled down all that was strange,
And filled the void.
With half digested alien thoughts;
They left a trail of red.
Whenever their feet had passed
Oh, they did themselves fine.
And strutted about the place,
Self-proclaimed demi-gods
From counterfeit Olympus
One day they hurled down thunderbolts
On a toiling race of the earthworms.
They might have rained down pebbles.
To pelt the brats to death
But that was beneath them
They kept up the illusion
That they were fighting foes.
Killing in the name of high ideals.
At the inquest they told the world
The worms were becoming pests.

Moreover they said?
They did not like wriggling things
Strange prejudice for gods.