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When I have fears that I may cease to be / Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, / Before high pilèd books, in charactry, / 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.