John WilliamBLACKWELLWhen 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 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. -Keats Dear Dad, you're with me every day. Jody xx
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