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16. Apr 2007

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,	
     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 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.

     John Keats (1795-1821)