(Poem by William Wordsworth, anno 1799)
A slumber did my spirit seal;
I had no human fears:
She seemed a thing that could not feel
The touch of earthly years.
No motion has she now, no force;
She neither hears nor sees;
Rolled round in earth's diurnal course,
With rocks, and stones, and trees.
| 1 | Morphine cloud | 
| 2 | A Scenery of Loss | 
| 3 | Heaven Laid in Tears (Angels’ Lament) | 
| 4 | The Amaranth | 
| 5 | Bloodflower | 
| 6 | The Failure Epiphany | 
| 7 | When I Wake | 
| 8 | Serenade of Sorrow | 
| 9 | She Dies | 
| 10 | Silent Winter |