from "Tintern Abbey"

by William Wordsworth These beauteous forms,

Through a long absence, have not been to me

As is a landscape to a blind man's eye:

But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din

Of towns and cities, I have owed to them

In hours of weariness, sensations sweet,

Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart:

Read these lines from William Wordsworth's "Tintern Abbey" on the left. What is the speaker contemplating?

A.

a cityscape

B.

a former love

C.

a lonely room

D.

a remembered landscape