Poem“Sonnet” by J. Keat

“Sonnet” by J. 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 charact’ry,

Hold like rich garners the full-ripen’d grain;

When I behold, upon the night’s startM face,

Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And feel 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.