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When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has gleamed my teeming brain
Before high-piled 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 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
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