Darkling i listen; and, for many a time i have been half in love with easeful death, call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, to take into the air my quiet breath; now more than ever seems it rich to die, to cease upon the midnight with no pain, while thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad in such an ecstasy! read the verse. what is the speaker saying in the last two lines of this verse? a. if he were to die, he would no longer hear the singing. b. the song has become too painful for him to listen to. c. he is wishing he could become like the nightingale. d. he is wondering if he has already died. still wouldst thou sing, and i have ears in vain— to thy high requiem become a sod.