I can't see the meaning of this life I'm leading
I try to forget you as you forgot me
This time there is nothing left for you to take, this is goodbye
Summer is miles and miles away
And no one would ask me to stay
And I should contemplate this change
To ease the pain
And I should step out of the rain
And walk away
Close to ending it all, I am drifting through the stages
Of the rapture born within this loss
Thoughts of death inside, tear me apart from the core of my soul
At times the dark's fading slowly
But it never sustains
Would someone watch over me
In my time of need
Close to ending it all, I am drifting throught the stages
Of the rapture born within this loss
Thoughts of death inside, tear me apart from the core of my soul

(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.