Read the excerpt.

I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,
Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,
But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet
Wherewith the seasonable month endows
The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild;
White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine;

In these lines from Verse V of “Ode to a Nightingale” by John Keats, what is the speaker imagining?


being a tree in the springtime


his life, after he has lost his vision


being a bird in the forest at night