The Self-Unseelng by Thomas Hardy
Here is the ancient floor,
Footworn and hollowed and thin,
Here was the former door
Where the dead feet walked in
She sat here in her chair,
Smiling into the fire
He who played stood there,
Bowing it higher and higher
Childlike, I danced in a dream;
Blessings emblazoned that day,
Everything glowed with a gleam;
Yet we were looking away
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Select the correct answer.
What is theme of the poem?
OA. Necessity creates appreciation for simplicity
OB
Memories provide opportunities for gratitude
C. Look before you leap
OD. Let the past be the past