Which poem (below) shares a similar theme with ozymandias? a. “hope” is the thing with feathers - (314) by emily dickinson “hope” is the thing with feathers - that perches in the soul - and sings the tune without the words - and never stops - at all - and sweetest - in the gale - is heard - and sore must be the storm - that could abash the little bird that kept so many warm - i’ve heard it in the chillest land - and on the strangest sea - yet - never - in extremity, it asked a crumb - of me. b. nothing gold can stay by robert frost nature’s first green is gold, her hardest hue to hold. her early leaf’s a flower; but only so an hour. then leaf subsides to leaf. so eden sank to grief, so dawn goes down to day. nothing gold can stay. c. fire and ice by robert frost some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice. from what i’ve tasted of desire i hold with those who favor fire. but if it had to perish twice, i think i know enough of hate to say that for destruction ice is also great and would suffice. d. the road not taken by robert frost two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry i could not travel both and be one traveler, long i stood and looked down one as far as i could to where it bent in the undergrowth; then took the other, as just as fair, and having perhaps the better claim, because it was grassy and wanted wear; though as for that the passing there had worn them really about the same, and both that morning equally lay in leaves no step had trodden black. oh, i kept the first for another day! yet knowing how way leads on to way, i doubted if i should ever come back. i shall be telling this with a sigh somewhere ages and ages hence: two roads diverged in a wood, and i- i took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference. e. there is another sky by emily dickinson there is another sky, ever serene and fair, and there is another sunshine, though it be darkness there; never mind faded forests, austin, never mind silent fields - here is a little forest, whose leaf is ever green; here is a brighter garden, where not a frost has been; in its unfading flowers i hear the bright bee hum: prithee, my brother, into my garden come!