Question

Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs.

Which type of poem is this?
Lyric poem
Narrative poem
Elegy
Ode

Answer 1

@HannahA

Answer 2

Narrative is what I'm thinking

Answer 3

ok thanks

Answer 4

@flashp

Answer 5

No problemo