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The Book of Poems - I

Page II


    When I have Fears that I may cease to be
    Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
    Before high piled books, in charact'ry
    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 majic 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. 

                           - John Keats





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