Read the passage.

ah, distinctly i remember it was in the bleak
december;
and each separate dying ember wrought its ghost
upon the floor.
eagerly i wished the morrow; —vainly i had sought
to borrow
from my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the
lost lenore—
for the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels
name lenore—
nameless here for evermore.
in this excerpt from “the raven” by edgar allan poe, what has happened to lenore?

she has left the speaker for another.
she has moved away.
she has suddenly disappeared.
she has died.