What is the form of verse?
Read the poem and answer the questions Behold her, single in the field,You solitray Highland Lass!Reaping and singing by herself;Stop here, or gently pass Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain;O listen! for the Vale profoundIs overflowing with the sound. No Nightingale did ever chauntMore welcome notes to weary bandsOf travellers in some shady haunt,Among Arabian sands:A voice so thrilling ne'er was heardIn spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,Breaking the silence of the seasAmong the fatherst Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings?Perhaps the plaintive numbers flowFor old, unhappy, far-off things,And battles long ago:Or is it some more humble lay,Familiar matter of to-day?Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,That has been, and may be again? Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sangAs if her song could have no ending;I saw her singing at her work,And o'er the sickle bending; I listened, motionless and still;And, as I mounted up the hill,The music in my heart I bore,Long after it was heard no more.
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