Often, I lie awake at night
At night, I ponder
I lay awake and gaze upon the stars
Counting sheep does not help me fall asleep
The clock ticks, but I lie awake
Until the rays of the morning sun hit my face
I changed this poem by adding more detail to the original lines. Since I did this, you can understand what is going on in the poem better.
I believe it's D, I could be wrong but it's the one that makes the most sense.
The Power or Sympathy is a sentimental novel, dealing with domestic life.
I hope it helps!
A shadow because there no bird that you can see
