when
i have fears that i may cease to be
before my pen has gleaned my teeming
brain before
high piled books in character
hold like rich garners the full
ripened grain
when i behold upon the night's starred
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 fairy power
of unreflecting love
then on the shore of the wide world i
stand alone
and think to love
and fame to nothingness to think
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