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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 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 I think that I may never live 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
J.Yeats