It was the Rainbow gave thee birth, And left thee all her lovely hues;
And, as her mother's name was Tears,
So runs it in thy blood to choose
5 For haunts the lonely pools, and keep
In company of trees that weep.
Go you and, with such glorious hues,
Live with proud peacocks in green parks
On lawns as smooth as shining glass,
10 Let every feather show its marks;
Get thee on boughs and clap thy wings
Before the windows of proud kings.
Nay, lovely Bird, thou art not vain;
Thou hast no proud ambitious mind;
15 I also love a quiet place
That's green, away from all mankind;
A lonely pool, and let a tree
Sigh with her bosom over me.
W H Davies

26. The ‘thee’ of the poem is
A. a peacock
B. the pet's mother
C. a kingfisher
D. a rainbow
Jus