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Read the poem and answer the questions
Behold her, single in the field,

You solitray Highland Lass!

Reaping and singing by herself;

Stop here, or gently pass 

Alone she cuts and binds the grain, 

And sings a melancholy strain;

O listen! for the Vale profound

Is overflowing with the sound.

No Nightingale did ever chaunt

More welcome notes to weary bands

Of travellers in some shady haunt,

Among Arabian sands:

A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard

In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,

Breaking the silence of the seas

Among the fatherst Hebrides.

Will no one tell me what she sings?

Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow

For old, unhappy, far-off things,

And battles long ago:

Or is it some more humble lay,

Familiar matter of to-day?

Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,

That has been, and may be again?

Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang

As if her song could have no ending;

I saw her singing at her work,

And o'er the sickle bending; 

I listened, motionless and still;

And, as I mounted up the hill,

The music in my heart I bore,

Long after it was heard no more.

1.What are the two of the possibilities that the speaker imagines about the song of the girl?

• A. the blisters on her hands and the ache in her back
• B. the blisters on her hands and the ache in her back
• C. the blisters on her hands and the ache in her back
• D. the blisters on her hands and the ache in her back

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