As the autumn winds sweep across town and as we watch the starry nights of August, it is time for some poetry here on the blog. John Keats, 1795 -1821, put things rather nicely in his poem "When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be".

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When I behold, upon the night's starred 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 feary power
of reflecting love; -then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.