I can't say I love Keats. Basically, my English doesn't up to the level that I can read English poems. I have to read supplements inorder to have a better undertanding about the poem.
I guess, it is the theme of the poem that touched me, as it seems that it is always a topic that touched me. About my limited life, about the nothingness of my achievements in whatever aspects, or simply about fear itself. So deep down in me that I can't understand, but simply echoing. Echoing...
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When I Have Fears
John Keats
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
Before high-piled books, in charactery,
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.
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