"When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain,
Before high piled Books in character
Hold like rich garners the full ripen’d grain –
When I behold upon the night’s starr’d face
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And feel that I may never live to trace
Their shadows with the magic hand of Chance:
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
That I shall never look upon thee more
Never have relish in thee fair power
Of unreflecting Love: then on the Shore
Of the wide world I stand alone and think
Till Love and Fame to Nothingness do sink. –"
Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain,
Before high piled Books in character
Hold like rich garners the full ripen’d grain –
When I behold upon the night’s starr’d face
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And feel that I may never live to trace
Their shadows with the magic hand of Chance:
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
That I shall never look upon thee more
Never have relish in thee fair power
Of unreflecting Love: then on the Shore
Of the wide world I stand alone and think
Till Love and Fame to Nothingness do sink. –"
- John Keats, 'When I have fears that I may cease to be'
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