When I have Fears by John Keats

When I Have Fears

JohnKeats 

When I have fearsthat I may cease to be 
Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain, 
Before high piled books, in charact’ry, 
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.