The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #105603 Message #2174954
Posted By: beardedbruce
19-Oct-07 - 08:59 PM
Thread Name: BS: Poems that speak to you.
Subject: Lyr Add: A SONNET (Keats)
When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high-piled books, in charactery, 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.