When i have fears

When I have fears that I may cease to be,

Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,

Before high piled books, in charactery, 

Hold like rich garners, the full-ripened grain;

When I behold,

upon the night's starr-ed 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.

When i have fears