Feature Poem

Today's feature poem is 'When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be' by John Keats, this poem was written as Keats was going through a very rough patch in his health, addressing his love for his fair lady, and loss of fame. Keats died a very young age. It speaks for itself. The strongest lines are the two last ones for me, they resonate well, so sad, but expresses it well.


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 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 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.