Read the lines from Byron's "Childe Harold's Pilgrimage."

'Tis to create, and in creating live
A being more intense that we endow
With form our fancy, gaining as we give
The life we image, even as I do now.
What am I? Nothing: but not so art thou,
Soul of my thought with whom I traverse earth,
Invisible, but gazing, as I glow
Mixed with thy spirit, blended with thy birth,
And feeling still with thee in my crushed feelings' dearth.

What creation is Byron referring to in these lines?

A. his daughter Ada
B. Byron himself
C. imagination
D. Childe Harold