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 faery power
Of unreflecting love! -- then on the shore
Of (this) wide world I stand alone, and think
Till Love and Fame (and) nothingness (to) sink.
[Lyrics by John Keats (1795-1821)]
1 | Darkness |
2 | The Camp Of Souls |
3 | Ancient Verses |
4 | The Origin Of The Muse |
5 | O Death (Rock Me Asleep) |
6 | Downvain |
7 | Introit II |
8 | Sanctus |
9 | The Sons Of Heaven |
10 | In My Holy Time |