Read the passage,

come away, come away, death,

and in sad cypress let me be laid.

fly away, fly away, breath;

i am slain by a fair cruel maid.

my shroud of white, stuck all with yew,

o, prepare it.

my part of death, no one so true

did share it.

which of the following words make the mood of this passage somber?

-a- shroud

-b- breath

-c-prepare

-d-share

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