Terror Of Death, The Terror Of Death, The |
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Terror Of Death, TheTerror Of Death, The
Terror Of Death, The
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 fairy 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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