Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness. Close bosom-friend of the mating sun: Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples and moss'd cottage tress And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the ground, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For summer has o'er brimm'd their clammy cells. The dominant images in the above passage are
A. cosmic B. metallic C. harsh D. sensuous E. domestic.