When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be |
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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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Archive for January 10th, 2015
Tracing Shadows
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