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 rich garners the full-ripen'd grain; [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/a/aesma_daeva/when_i_have_fears_that_i_may_cease_to_be.html ]
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 faery power
Of unreflecting love! -- then on the shore
Of (this) wide world I stand alone, and think
Till Love and Fame (and) nothingness (to) sink.