by
John Keats |
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When I have fears that I may cease to be | |
Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain, | |
Before high-piled Books, in charactry, | |
Hold like rich garners the full ripen’d grain; | |
When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face, | 5 |
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 fairy 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. | |
When
I have fears that I may cease to be
— Although Keats wrote this poem in January of 1818,
before learning he had contracted consumption, the death of his mother
in 1810 and the sickness of his brother Tom, who would die of the disease
while under Keats’s care in December of 1818, made thoughts of his
mortality natural. |
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garners — an old word for granaries, storehouses for grain after it has been harvested | |