WHEN I HAVE FEARS THAT I MAY CEASE TO BE
by: John Keats (1795-1821)
- HEN I have
fears that I may cease to be
- Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,
- Before high-pilèd books, in charact'ry,
- Hold like rich garners the full-ripened grain;
- When I behold, upon the night's starred face,
- Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
- And think 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 the faery 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.
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