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.
Composed whilst on his travels in in Germany.
Coleridge wrote of this poem in a letter of April 1799: "Some months ago Wordsworth transmitted to me a most sublime Epitaph ... whether it had any reality,
I cannot say.--Most probably, in some gloomier moment he had fancied the moment in which his Sister might die."
