samedi 2 novembre 2019

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 charact'ry,
Hold like full garners the full-ripen'd grain ;
When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And feel 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 (1795-1821)

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