The sun has long been set,
the stars are out by twos and threes,
the little birds are piping yet
among the bushes and trees;
there's a cuckoo, and one or two thrushes,
and a far-off wind that rushes,
and a sound of water that gushes,
and the cuckoo's sovereign cry
fills all the hollow of the sky.
who would "go parading"
in london, "and masquerading,"
on such a night of june
with that beautiful soft half-moon,
and all these innocent blisses?
on such a night as this is!

which word best describes how the speaker in "the sun has long been set" feels about people in london?

angry( i think not sure
appalled
appreciative
accepting