When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be
     John Keats

     When I have fears that I may cease to be
     Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,
     Before high-piled books, in charactry,
     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.