Wednesday, August 26, 2009

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".

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.