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When I have fears
by John Keats

When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has gleand my teeming brain,
Before high piled books, in charactry,
Hold like rich garners the full-ripend grain;
When I behold, upon the nights starrd 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.