Question

My November Guest My Sorrow, when she's here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; She loves the bare, the withered tree; She walks the sodden pasture lane. Her pleasure will not let me stay. She talks and I am fain to list: She's glad the birds are gone away, She's glad her simple worsted gray Is silver now with clinging mist. The desolate, deserted trees, The faded earth, the heavy sky, The beauties she so truly sees, What is the extended metaphor in this poem? 01. beauty as a lover 02. birdsong as praise 3. sadness as a visitor 4. trees as loneliness ​

Answer 1

1. Beauty as a lover