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Home Ode on Melancholy Ode to a Nightingale Ode to Psyche On First Looking into Chapman's Homer On Sitting Down to Read King Lear Once Again To A Friend To Autumn To Homer To One who has been Long in City Pent 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 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. |