POEM ABOUT THE MONSTER:
We rest; a dream has
Power to poison sleep.
We rise; one
Wand'ring thought
Pollutes the day.
We feel, conceive, or
Reason; laugh or weep.
Embrace found woe,

POEM FROM THE MONSTER:
The sounding
Cataract
Haunted him like a
Passion: the tall rock,
The mountain, and the
Deep and gloomy wood,
Their colors and their
Forms, we're them to him

CHARACTERISTICS

• Hideous
• Intelligent
• Sensitive

SENSITIVE

• He lets the cruel words people say effect him.
• HE is very insecure about the way he looks, because he knows he is different