Hi, everyone.

Today’s poem is by John Keats, an English Romantic poet who lived a very short life (a mere 25 years), yet his contributions are many as a poet. The sonnet I’ve selected to read to you today is another favorite of mine: “When I Have Fears.”

Enjoy! as always……………….vw

When I Have Fears, by John Keats

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 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 the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.