Reluctance
Robert Frost

    OUT through the fields and the woods
   And over the walls I have wended;
   I have climbed the hills of view
   And looked at the world, and descended;
   I have come by the highway home,
   And lo, it is ended.
   The leaves are all dead on the ground,
   Save those that the oak is keeping
   To ravel them one by one
   And let them go scraping and creeping
   Out over the crusted snow,
   When others are sleeping.
   And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
   No longer blown hither and thither;
   The last lone aster is gone;
   The flowers of the witch-hazel wither;
   The heart is still aching to seek,
   But the feet question 'Whither?'
   Ah, when to the heart of man
   Was it ever less than a treason
   To go with the drift of things,
   To yield with a grace to reason,
   And bow and accept and accept the end
   Of a love or a season?

Which of the following correctly describes a cultural value detailed in this poem?
(A) Adventure
(B) Love of nature
(C) Love of winter
(D) Patriotism