作者reclusion (我是天秤女!!!)
看板poetry
標題The Terror of Death, John Keats
時間Tue Jun 24 19:30:35 2003
WHEN I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain,
Before high-pile’d books, in charact’ry
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 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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