Read the poem.
Readers can conclude that someone has recently walked through the area the poem describes.
Highlight the lines that best convey this idea.

March Evening
By Amy Lowell
Blue through the window burns the twilight,
Heavy, through trees, blows the warm south wind.
Glistening, against the chill, gray sky light,
Wet, black branches are barred and entwined
Sodden and spongy, the scarce-green grass plot
Dents into pools where a foot has been
Puddles lie spilt in the road a mass, not
Of water, but steel, with its cold, hard sheen.
Faint fades the fire on the hearth, its embers
Scattering wide at a stronger gust.
Above, the old weathercock groans, but remembers
Creaking, to turn, in its centuried rust
Dying, forlorn, in dreary sorrow,
Wrapping the mists round her withering form
Day sinks down, and in darkness to-morrow
Travails to birth in the womb of the storm