New Year's Eve Midnight Now the bells are tolling- A year is dead. And my heart is slowly beating the Nunc Dimittis to all my hopes and mute yewnings of a year and ghosts hover round dream beyond dream Dream beyond dream mingling with the dying bell-sounds fading into memories like rain drops falling into a river. And now the bells are chimming- A year is born. And my heart-bell is ringing in dawn But it's shrouded things i see dimly stride on heart-canopied paths to a riverside The mood of the above poem is
A. optimism B. pessimism C. optimism mixed with pessimism D. much optimism qualified by a little pessimism E. much pessimism lightened by a little optimism
