Read the excerpt and then complete the sentences that follow. to an athlete dying young by a. e. housman (excerpt) the time you won your town the race we chaired you through the market-place; man and boy stood cheering by, and home we brought you shoulder-high. to-day, the road all runners come, shoulder-high we bring you home, and set you at your threshold down, townsman of a stiller town. . now you will not swell the rout of lads that wore their honours out, runners whom renown outran and the name died before the man. so set, before the echoes fade, the fleet foot on the sill of shade, and hold to the low lintel up the still-defended challenge-cup. and round that early-laurelled head will flock to gaze the strengthless dead, and find unwithered on its curls the garland briefer than a girl's. in the poem, the phrase "sill of shade" refers to . the narrator of this poem is .

sill of shade: loss of life

and the second is a reflective onlooker

In the poem, the phrase "sill of shade" refers to the loss of life. The narrator of this poem is a reflective onlooker.

This poem is about death and fame. Even though it starts cheerfully remembering the victory of an Athlete, it later starts talking about his funeral procession, his death.

In the line "The fleet foot on the sill of shade", the "fleet" foot refers to the feet of the athlete, and the "sill of shade" refers to the doorway to death, the loss of life itself.

And the narrator of this poem is a reflective onlooker because the poem is being told from a third person's view, that is to say, one that is not directly involved in the drama, but he/she is seeing the events and reflectively tell them.

waves come crashing to grey sullen shores.

powerful and strong, it breathes and roars.

cascading and caressing each grain of sand,

a warm embrace between sea and land.

high above, a seagull soars high.

wings of purity it spreads to fly.

battling high against darkened cloud,

in a wind that blows fiercely, flying graceful and proud.

beneath, the sand is soft and warm.

sculpted by nature, it's weathered the storm.

a passionate battle between calmness and rage,

a new chapter's beginning; don't turn the last page.

i listen again to the whispering waves,

music of nature calming and brave.

its power unknown, its stillness untamed,

mysterious and magical, a treasure earth claims.

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