(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 |