WHEN I HAVE FEARS

 When I have fears that I may cease to be

Before my pen has glean’d my teaming 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 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.

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