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-pilèd books, in charactery,
	Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain;
When I behold, upon the night’s starred 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.