Read the excerpt. From “Ode to a Nightingale” by John Keats Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows
Where is the speaker imagining himself in these lines from “Ode to a Nightingale”?

with his lover in a garden on a starry, moonlit night

with a dead loved one, buried in a grave in a dark cemetery

with a nightingale in the trees of a dark, nighttime forest

with a fairy princess in an otherworldly moonlit garden