When I Have Fears That I May Cease to Be
By John Keats
When I have #fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,
Before high-piled 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.
The Maharajagar 