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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 groin;

       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 fairy 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. 

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