[00:41.01]When I have fears that I may cease to be
[00:48.34]Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,
[00:55.63]Before high-piled books, in charactery,
[01:04.50]Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain;
[01:11.68]When I behold, upon the night's starred face,
[01:18.37]Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
[01:25.50]And think that I may never live to trace
[01:30.60]Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
[01:40.86]And when i feel, fair creature of an hour,
[01:48.00]That i shall never look upon thee more,
[01:55.08]Never have relish in the faery power
[01:58.56]Of unreflecting love;
[02:04.25]－then on the shore
[02:08.57]Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
[02:19.31]Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
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