Read the following passage carefully and answer the questions that follow.

The squirrel gloats o’er his accomplished hoard

The ants have brimmed their garners with ripe grain,

And honey-bees have stored

The sweets of summer in their luscious cells:

The swallows all have winged across the main:

But here the Autumn melancholy dwells,

And sighs her tearful spells

Amongst the sunless shadows of the plain.

Alone, alone.

Upon a mossy stone

She sits and reckons up the dead and gone,

With the last leaves for a love-rosary:

Whilst all the withered would looks drearily,

Like a dim picture of the drowned past

In the hushed mind’s mysterious far-away,

Doubtful what ghostly thing will steal the last

Into that distance, grey upon the grey.