When I Have Fears - John Keats

One hundred and ninety years ago today, John Keats died at the age of 25.  Seven years ago today, I laid violets on his grave.

Remembering how young Keats was at his death, this poem is tragic in a way.  But it is also so beautiful!

When I Have Fears

When I have fears that I may cease to be

   Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,

Before high-pilèd books, in charactery,

   Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain;

When I behold, upon the night’s starred 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.