When I have fears that I may cease to be
[tab]Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,
Before high-pilèd books, in charactery,
[tab]Hold like rich garners the full-ripened grain;
When I behold, upon the night’s starred face,
[tab]Huge cloudy symboles of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
[tab]Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour!
[tab]That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
[tab]Of unreflecting love! – then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
Locations in Harold's Library
- Faber & Faber Poetry Diary 2016 (book)
- The Norton Anthology of Poetry (5th edition) (book)
- page 906
- The Making of a Sonnet (book)
- page 152
- in "The Nineteenth Century"
- John Keats: The Poems (book)
- page 283
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