Tuesday, September 21, 2010

When I Have Fears

When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
Before high-piled books, in charactery,
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-

if you know his work you are my new best friend. :)

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