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