katyzzzKeats - Fears of death
August 7th 2008 10:53
Poetry of John Keats (1795-1821)
When I have Fears that I may Cease to Be
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
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 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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