Read this stanza from "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe.

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

Which mood does the setting in this stanza from “The Raven” best create?


hopeful


haunting


enchanting


sad