When I Have Fears

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.

by John Keats

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You mean, autocratic, PARENT, you; >) At least your kids'll know you care, one day. Too bad harsh truths appear not to be appreciated, as if poetry was meant to reflect only wishful thinking. Like the old man on the mountain, reality, form and discipline seem to have fallen in dust away. To paraphrase the bard of New hampshire, 'preserve, preserve! '