Day 554: When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be

 

Keats today. I really don't think any other poet can use language in such the sublime and soothing 

way that he does. A very human question he asks here, but all the more particularly poignant 

considering he died at 25. But what a wealth of words he left behind.

 

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.