When I have fears that I may cease to be <br /> Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, <br /> Before high-piled books, in charactery, <br /> Hold like rich garners the full ripen'd grain; <br /> When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, <br /> Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, <br /> And think that I may never live to trace <br /> Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance; <br /> And when I feel, fair creature of an hour, <br /> That I shall never look upon thee more, <br /> Never have relish in the faery power <br /> Of unreflecting love;--then on the shore <br /> Of the wide world I stand alone, and think <br /> Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.<br /><br />John Keats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-i-have-fears/
