Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Pensive

because

WHEN I HAVE FEARS THAT I MAY CEASE TO BE

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.
John Keats

3 comments:

els said...

"then on the shore of the wide world I stand alone"

y.z said...

Ok.. I hear alot about Keats and I must admit, I thought it was mostly hype but this, this is beautiful...... Now to find more....

The 27th Comrade said...

No, I'm still taking you hostage - to shoot you, of course - until you explain why you nearly let me miss that `The Last Words' story.

Why? Why, oh, why? And on audio ... that is what rocked. It rocked. Hard. But don't hide them gems anymore, man.