When I have fears that I may cease to beBefore 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.
--John Keats
4 comments:
How beautiful...I was blogging in to tell you today, August 4, is the feast of St. Sithney of Cornwall (d. 529). He is the patron of mad dogs.
And was pleasantly surprised to read the Keats. Very powerful. Thanks for this bright spot in my day.
Oh I looked up the meaning of your name...how far from the oak did you fall?
The nut never falls too far from the tree!
Thank you, St. Sithney is priceless. He deserves a post!
I do love this poem. Thanks for remembering it to me.
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