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 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DON JUAN'S SONG by ISAAC ROSENBERG FONTAINEBLEAU (AUTUMN) by SARA TEASDALE LINCOLN, THE MAN OF THE PEOPLE by EDWIN MARKHAM THE ROARING FROST by ALICE MEYNELL THE DEATH OF ADONIS by THEOCRITUS WALT WHITMAN by FRANCIS HOWARD WILLIAMS |