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When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be

When I have fears that I may cease to be
    Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,
Before high-pilèd books, in charactery,
    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.
Written By:    John Keats
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On This Day In:
2022 Limited Knowledge And No Control
2021 Gifts
Look Inside Your Heart
2020 A Strength Of Science
2019 A Higher Standard
Make Two Calls
2018 Irreplaceable Sparks
2017 Saving For April 15th
2016 First Wish
2015 Tracing Shadows
2014 One Thing
2013 More Is Less
2012 The Screw-Up Gene

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